Seaside Moors a roiled soul is calmed anew

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such an aura clung to the girl. erzulie did not think she was imagining the clutch of emotions that swam betwixt them. yet she had no way of speaking to it, nor did she believe raleska wished yet — if ever — to reveal the circumstances behind her delay. 
"rusalka was always meant for de sea," erzulie sighed softly. she thought of the small forms that the girl had brought, of their origins. dacio. what a curse drageda had stamped in its fall. it was no fault of the children, nor raleska; erzulie's hidden scowl was for the shade of their father, and how even a war could not keep fear alive.
how hateful her own heart. "the salt calls to rusalkans, it seems."