Blacktail Deer Plateau ever he is, who takes his seat so close

what had happened to her son during his travels? anger rose in erzulie's breast, swift and terrible. it was not for reyes, however; it was for those who had changed him, cut off his tongue, separated boy from the distant, reachless man he had aspired to become. for once, the jezebel was unsure of what to say, taking a helpless step toward reyes before she caught herself and turned a pained glance toward the horizon.
he did not wish to speak. she would not force him.
but — "many t'ings happened to your mot'er when she roamed de seas," erzulie whispered of rosalyn. please, if you will not speak to me, then to her you must go, reyes.
a quick smile in hopes of dispelling the sudden tension; she moved beyond her boy with a soft look that invited him to continue on with her.