Seaside Moors Chere, mo lemmé toi

chacal was without words outside of music, but she was not silent. erzulie found the inclination toward a more primal way of being a refreshment, and was happy to untie her own need for speech from the day. spice ears came up as her daughter set off, tracking something across the flat moors.
the harlot came along directly, her own senses identifying the quarry in a practiced way. but she would not aid chacal unless it was needed; intrigued to see if her child would come to the end of the trail, erzulie followed.
she was reminded of solaire's own first hunting, arcelia's questions. how swiftly they grew. and how swiftly time came for them all, etching years away from one to give to another.