Seaside Moors Chere, mo lemmé toi

tighter and tighter the dance grew, until a truely unchained laugh rose from erzulie's throat. gone the constraints of the day, of yesteryear; gone for a moment the ever-present ache that climbed through her at the memory of all her eldests, dispersed to the four corners of the world.
she mimicked chacal, whirling round and round until her own plume was seized carefully between her experienced jaws. consumed by the silliness of it, she chuckled beyond her clasp of fur and inched sideways, a weirdly shaped crab wrapped around itself.