Seaside Moors for myself in my frenzied heart:

arcelia was politely cool despite her reaction to erzulie's chosen teatime sup. a grin cracked across her mother's face; she cleared a laugh from her throat and motioned to the flat stones cast in intervals across the moors around them.
"nous avons besoin d'un nouveau cache," the courtesan answered, glancing warmly toward her seaflower. "je vais vous laisser choisir l'endroit."