Ankyra Sound drink the pouring of my fury

had erzulie known of the girl’s origin, it was quite likely she would have passed judgement upon her new packmate. yet it would have been lacking in true vitriol, for dalia like her was a mother, and not truly of drageda.
however the harlot knew none of this; she moved close and listened in an attentive silence, charmed by the girl and her tenacious determination to see the brighter things. ”a name be a powerful talisman against t’ings past an’ present,” erzulie murmured, a smile upon her lips. ”i hope you come to see rusalka as a true home for you an’ for your children.”
presently she leant back, arched a dark brow. ”have you eaten recently?”