Blacktail Deer Plateau Maybe some things never change

"i do remember," erzulie breathed. the ocean was painted into each one of the memories she had built, and half-strutted recollections from the bayou; marie. this was altogether different, and she so lapsed into the more beautiful images of her young ones in the surf that rosalyn's question was not heard at first.
it filtered through, however; she fixed her wife with mismatched gaze and pondered in wonder.
"alongside you?" came her answer, the first consideration erzulie wanted to put into words.