Seaside Moors Broken merry go round

wildfire. wraen. colt. niamh. kiwi. eljay.
erzulie locked the names away tightly in the vault of her mind. who knew when she might need to invoke one of them. to maia she gave a curious look. "that is quite de tale. you soun' as t'ough you enjoy carrying de stories of your family," the harlot commented lightly. lorekeepers were the backbone of any pack; it was known.
a story. "when i was your age, i went to a witch in de swamps. she was an old woman, and she scared me. bent over, long white hairs on her chin." she laughed. "she said, 'come here, child,' an' i went. an' she told me dat i would be mot'er to many, and dat i must go to de sea." her eyes rested upon maia.
"de witch was correct."