Seaside Moors many wreaths of roses

nieve was gone. reyes was gone. marisol had become scarce again. the woman that had plagued their lives had entered without warning and she could not forget the face nor the struggle in the grove alongside rosencrantz.
erzulie circled that evening, but found no trace of her golden daughter, and when she returned to @Solaire and @Arcelia, it was with face wetted saltwater and a curse in her throat.
for them she brought back a chunk of sea-scoured bone, perhaps dislodged from the ribcage of a great whale. to the clearing she arrived, and she gathered her little ones close with a melancholy tightening her eyes.