Dragoncrest Cliffs that man to me seems equal to the gods

rendezvous time! <3 click for exact location!

with the roja den growing cramped, it was time to leave it behind for more open spaces. erzulie was regretful as she rose to greet this day, but it was a sensation stamped out by the eager excitement of their four. "come on," she told them. 
the family traveled from the roja den, past mossbloom, toward the saltmarsh. 
the strip of stream-beach here was white, crushed shells glittering underpaw. across the narrow waterway, the lowlands laid, though she felt it was too close to the tangle to tempt fate.
the bayou trees and the water at their base rippled, drawing her attention. the air here was scented with wildflowers and loam. 
"we be done wid de den now," she told their upturned young faces. "we sleep here."
she and her wife had much to discuss, but for now she looked to @Rosalyn with gentle affection and then bid the children go and play.

Here?

Sobo might normally have asked in Creole, but he was becoming more and more aware that that language was like a secret between his siblings and Erzulie. Rosalyn did not understand it, and he was beginning to understand that it might be rude to converse in a language she could not understand while she was present. He slipped up more often than not, finding it more comfortable on his tongue than their common language, but today he was extra careful to be considerate of his other mother.

Dis not be comfy, he groused, casting about the beach for something resembling a nice soft bed. Shell-studded sand on one side, swampy bayou on the other. Maybe there was a lush patch of grass somewhere that would serve, but prospects seemed grim. He liked the water all around — plenty of promise of shiny collectibles there — but the rest left something to be desired, he thought.

mireille was rather excited to leave. she had not begun a collection of any kind, preferring only to spend her time swimming where possible. and so she tagged along, nipping at one sibling or another, wending through the legs of her mamans, until erzulie bid them all take off into the new locale.
eager at once to stretch her legs and cast about, she paused beside sobo. "we make it comfy," she suggested, looking upward toward leaves, and then again toward where thick clumps of moss clung to logs.
"i be givin' you help wid dat, sobo," she offered with unusual friendliness, before her own legs began to carry her toward the mysterious shadows of the swamp.