Seaside Moors a roiled soul is calmed anew

it was something to which the harlot had alluded, during the tense moments in which raleska had confessed her pregnancy. and with that interaction, erzulie had lived these long weeks, believing it was she who had driven the girl away. when i was a puppy, and the woman blinked to think of how long she had known raleska, how long she had watched the daughter of the seawitch grow up among them.
"i would not have blamed you if you did, raleska," she found herself responding, eyes locked to those of the younger woman. to bear children was a great and forever thing; to raise them was another. perhaps in mercy it would be best, though erzulie chilled to think of her beloved newest little ones dead before their life had a chance.
"i wish dat you were here for it," erzulie said softly, fiercely, "but you were not home. you went where you were led, an' sometimes dat is all we can do. i could not judge what you did dere."
a breath. "do you regret bringing dem back?"