Seaside Moors Go get your wounded heart

their song, lilting, a command. no soft summons in this moment. their children tucked into foliage away from the moorlands the wives now walked.
she had held her wife's eye before their dirge began, and now as the echoes eddied into a reverberation, she glanced to the pirate again and clenched her toes against the cold earth.
he would come. whether or not he saw fit to relinquish his claim upon rusalka remained to be seen.
she was silent, watchful.