Coconut Grove the black earth

Teeth flashed in a grin as Erzulie suddenly shifted demeanor, inviting her to a race to rush the tension from the air.  Mannerly yet feral; perfection incarnate.  None of them would ever be less in their mother's eyes, no matter what they might do or where they might go.

Rosalyn was spurred to follow, taking off after her wife in a gleeful sprint.  Time might weigh on them, but they were hale still, and could careen just as wildly through the shores as the day they met.  It seemed as though, while some things changed, others were destined to ever remain the same.