Shadewood a smile on your immortal face

a long-legged boy approaching. erzulie was reminded of her sprawling brood, now gone to their own way. save for clementine. and nieve, who would not have left on her own. a pain there, the dread that her gilded daughter had been forever lost, and then the harlot was sweeping her spiced ears forward. "hello. how is de day treatin' you, jojo?" 
erzulie paused then, took in the look of him. satisified by his submission, she moved onward. "have you lived on de sea before?" she inquired, wondering why rusalka had been the choice of this boy and his aloof companion.
uncertain that nine would remain, she turned her thoughts to encouraging jojo that choice. "an' what do you like to do, to learn?"