Blacktail Deer Plateau weld the gates to heaven shut

rosalyn was more than tired; erzulie sensed the bone-deep weariness of her wife, and was immediately ashamed of her own selfishness, so soon after the woman had returned. of course the pirate must rest, must rest the remainder of winter, if erzulie had the choice. and while the harlot longed so to leave rusalka and seek out a place for herself and for her weary family, she must not rush.
"perhaps he did. tell me," she murmured instead, seeking to turn their conversation, "when you were out looking, did you see anyt'ing that moved yo' heart?" the romantic in her burbling unfettered to the surface, she supposed, and kissed rosalyn's cheek softly as she waited.