Dragoncrest Cliffs is the fairest thing on the black earth,

erzulie had a thousand things to teach the girl, but all faded beneath the simple and pure pleasure of singing with chacal. the child, she decided, from early on, had been a masterful instrumentalist. speaking might evade the child, but the sea had shaped her and the old melodies had found their way to her tongue. she was a blessed babe, a perfect gemstone flecked from the very corestone of sapphique.
erzulie was proud of each of her children, but not since nieve had the obsidian indulged in the gentle bond of mother and daughter, growing in ways neither of them might see.
she wound their tones together again, felt the bayou-heat sing and purl among her heartstrings. erzulie found the words again and began to sing them, long drumming syllables that notched together in a lower decibel.
their singing filled the seacoast.