Seaside Moors and what did i especially desire

"go 'head, child." erzulie stepped back, smiling over regin. the child was growing into a figure that resembled caiaphas, though the cape was not so pronounced. and those eyes had never belonged to any. she knew the paternity of the child — drageda — but refused to pedestal the idea.
he was not here, and regin knew her as maman. she belonged to rusalka, and to all those here who loved her. erzulie settled herself nearby and turned her gaze toward the horizon, watching geese move toward warmer climes.