Seaside Moors Broken merry go round

from where had this charming girl come? "t'ank you," said erzulie to both. "dey will arrive any day now." sensing an opportunity to know more about the neighbors she suspected still resided here, the harlot straightened. "how long have dey been missing? walk wid me a bit, if you would like," she offered, limbs beginning a slow movement around the outside of the moors.
to know one's surroundings was the greatest piece of information a fighter could have. rusalka was a place of them, or it was important it became so. until then, she must use every moment to glean such. "i be erzulie."