Ankyra Sound and the cries of your writhings shall rise

erzulie a week ago might have stiffened in indignation to know that the father of their children had dropped the name of an enemy upon her pretty nieve, but now she merely snorted in mild amusement. "let him. dis one will be bettah den a redhawk could evah hope to be, non?" a smirk crossed her lips. "little scarab an' little reyes. two sons for us. somehow i t'ought we would only have daughters between you an' i."