Blacktail Deer Plateau this is my story, this is my song

erzulie had heard word of the pretty newcomers, but had not yet met a one. she supposed it was due to her own reclusive nature, intensified by the disappearance of most her young.
therefore she was woefully unprepared to come upon the cloud-maid and her gift of brilliant gemlike eyes visible even at a small distance. erzulie paused in her own ranging, then at length let out a tentative, low sound to announce herself.