Seaside Moors Broken merry go round

she knew nieve. a quick, cold slant to erzulie's mouth came then, but it dissolved under the airy glow of a trained smile.
she had not thought of the golden bitch and the wolves that had cast caiaphas out due to pride: an overweening superiority that overshadowed her better judgement at times.
a mistake, but not one that could not be mended.
"it was a while ago," erzulie revealed, ears sweeping forward. children. so niamh would be uncommissioned at present. "i would like to hear a story. tell me about de firebirds, maia. an' i be erzulie," she added belatedly, keeping pace with the bubbly young woman.