Blacktail Deer Plateau weld the gates to heaven shut

for a long moment, erzulie did not stir as rosalyn approached. and then a long sigh wreathed from her muzzle. "caiaphas was here, non?" the harlot sighed, already knowing the answer, and knowing somehow that the fierce old crone would not be back.
"i am not happy in rusalka, rosalyn. i know dat is foolish — it is about keeping de little ones alive, not what i want. but," and finally she turned to lay her mintglow eyes upon her returned wife, "i t'ink we must go inland, and i t'ink i am done wid this place."
finally, completely, definitely — with caiaphas had gone the last passion erzulie had for the pack that had once formed in the sound.