Seaside Moors Go get your wounded heart

erzulie watched him depart. his large dark form grew smaller and smaller, and soon faded beyonf the billow of the moorland. shaking out her hackles, the harlot scoffed to her wife, and then grinned as rosalyn began her song. rusalka at last belonged truly to the two of them; in the next she twined her own notes with that of her wife, beckoning the new dawn that had been born into their throats that day.