Dragoncrest Cliffs for me this and love for the sun

"oh, i am tired," erzulie answered with honesty. "i t'ink i have more help dis year den any ot'er." her mouth was a soft bow. "you will be next, it seems." there was a pang that happened then: the seawife would have liked very much for chacal to have followed her, but the goldblack girl was not yet to that age.
she must be patient and see if her older child might take the reins from her, the eternal gift of children each year into the coastal waters.
"what you can do for me is be easy wid yourself." the woman's eyes were half-lidded. she moved to nose across the shark with an audible hum of interest, grinning silently at the wildflowers which stuck out from all sides. "dis be beautiful, meerkat. t'ank you."