Seaside Moors for by my side you put on

erzulie rested back upon one elbow, tail curled thoughtfully as she turned her leafgold eyes across the moors. "i have had four homes since i came to de wilds," she began, a parable that might be of interest,  adjacent to how they now spoke. her stare had crossed back, journeyed to tundra, alighted upon the curl of her toes through the green blades.
back to the thoughtful burnished stare, dark against the glacial whiteness of her satin robes.
erzulie allowed herself a fleeting wonder at the existence of a sapphic heart within the warrior's body, but pressed on, uninspired to dwell for the present. "four homes. a war. death. an' always she called," erzulie revealed, gesturing toward the ocean and its gently stirred surface.
"she controls more den we believe. an' it is in her dat i put my trust. more den dat," she went on, "surrendering de such needs to de world be an experience of freedom."