Seaside Moors Storms cause our flowers to bloom

Wait wait wait -- Let me guess. The pirate wife? His teeth twinkle with the same mirth that shines through his eyes. He enjoys the hidden threat behind her words. Miranda fancied himself somewhat of an authority on wordplay. A wanton lady, the ocean is!

Both Erzulie and Rosalyn looked very much at home along the coast -- they lived in Rusalka as much as Rusalka lived in them and their seamlessness was soothing as if an invisible hand was scratching the back of his head at an itch he couldn't quite reach, maybe it was envy, maybe it was respect, or a classic appreciation for anybody that knew what to sow and what to reap. After you, he says, his voice textured by the grit of self-deprecation, steeped in modesty.