Seaside Moors Broken merry go round

erzulie grinned again, content to listen while maia went on and on. she seemed quite innocent, but her image was that of a woman. young to be sure, but the girlishness that flowed forth surprised erzulie. perhaps this was the nature of children who did not grow up so soon.
"it be my secon' time carrying little ones. i never allow dem to stop me from doing what i like," erzulie declared, mismatched gaze mischevious. firebirds. redhawks. she could have choked upon a sudden rush of bile, but bid herself to remain measured. "do you know a woman called niamh?" the rusalkan inquired conversationally. "i am sorry to hear dey ran away. dat time was a frightening one," erzulie murmured, remembering
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"but i am sure he will find his way home again. bot' of dem." eljay. weejay. elfie. were these family names?