Alpine Lake soon she shall give them

"niamh said —" and then erzulie's voice trailed off. perhaps it had not been a trick, only that they had moved on. a flick of her plume as she moved forward into the glade, glancing in each cardinal direction with a low sigh.
before she could speak again, however, the scent of others came to her, perhaps a newer group nearby. erzulie contemplated the new scent in silence. loathe to ask even the firebirds for help, she would not mention a lost child to perfect strangers. and yet her son had been gone so long — she glanced to the archangel, wondering at his assessment.