Dragoncrest Cliffs come now, luxuriant graces,

her little sobo, so very polite. erzulie watched her son extend his gift and return to her. the younger boys began to weave and pipe. "good morning, petits cailloux," she said sing-song to hermes and dionysus, before glancing up at their —
— fathers. no different than the way she and rosalyn lived as wives. how curious to see it from the other side of things. "i be erzulie and dis be sobo, my son."
at once she recalled that these children had been sired by raimo, but he was not here. and after abandoning zephyr once more, sapphique had little more for him than a set of teeth.
"your children be happy an' healt'y," erzulie assured zephyr. "soon dey will be able to join mine in de huntin' an' explorin'. i would be happy to tend dem for you one of dese days."