Dragoncrest Cliffs mindful of neither her child

erzulie had a good deal of affection for njord. she had not explored it, but out of all the men who had come through rusalka and sapphique, he ranked high among them. higher perhaps, in many stalwart ways. she lay back upon her round flank and grinned languidly as his strong young voice began.
the ruby sang of many things, of a place she had not heard, with a name she had not conceived. of fathers hunting and meat to be found, waterfalls, wings. whimsy, perhaps, and she watched his glowing handsome place with a true and quiet delight.
"you be a musical man indeed, njord," she praised, and motioned to where her heaped sides rolled with the activity of the children roused by the music he had sung through the side of their home.