Ankyra Sound our time is short, the horsemen ride

it drew her gaze; for a long moment, erzulie did not answer. "it seems angry," she murmured, echoing her own childish fear. but perhaps it was not so childish; perhaps she was correct and they had inspired the brine's wrath in someway. "rusalka is not safe now, clementine," the harlot murmured, lowering her cinnamon muzzle to brush her daughter's ears. 
and she ached! oh her bones thrummed with the loss of ironsea, the attack upon drageda. rosalyn had left a great hurt within erzulie, and now she was alone. 
jaw clenched; she refused to cry in front of the little ones for whom she must now be doubly strong.