Dragoncrest Cliffs Pearl Celebration

there was a lot of change.
erzulie did not ask and she did not question. she lay against the curve of the den and watched as her proud children delivered their catch from the sea. the air was sharp with good, fresh saltwater; erzulie shifted so that sword or quen could see more clearly.
a pearl ceremony. her features lit with a joyous grin, one that fluttered only to remember that meerkat and njord were not near them. and that they would not be.
but determined to keep this day one of pleasure, erzulie watched as stingray blustered forward, and she felt he had found his prize, though through the milling legs she could not quite see.
suzu was next; her smile favoured the girl. and then etienne, a soft look for him; and val.
rhaegal — rhaegal she meant to speak with, or rather, to suggest that another speak with him.
sweet little theo's voice piped up, and rykor, who she did not know, bore a little observation from the ruby.
then it was her turn; she stood gracefully and took three oysters back to her vigilant station beside the den. the pearl was immediate and at once; she savored the meat and let the medium-sized silky shape rest in her palm, the color of a winter's moon. "ah!" the seawife exclaimed, letting the others see the pearl if they wished.