Seaside Moors Chere, mo lemmé toi

*shoves this somewhere vague in the timeline*

winter would soon be upon them. it was to the shadewood erzulie considered returning. it had protected rusalka during the rains; it would do well for the snow. too open here upon these flat plains of seaflowers and sedges. 
her two-toned gaze turned toward chacal. erzulie had come upon her daughter and now watched the youngest babe of this year frolick alone in her self-made happiness.
what would life bring for this one, she wondered. not yet drawing forward; she opted to remain as she was, some feet away with a gentle sway to her cinnamon-blanched plume.