Ankyra Sound Those bitches inspire me

no worries! we could wrap and have another?

forces. nature. gods. erzulie scoffed at them all, but now she regarded derg with a deeply riven expression, struck mute at the idea that something beyond her control had taken scarab away. the harlot wanted to rail that it was only her fault that the little boy had been lost, been lost, been lost.
but she was silent, grim-faced. "t'ank you," came her soft murmur, and then erzulie was turning away to hide the bite of visible tears in her wind-scoured countenance.