Dragoncrest Cliffs in a black four-seater

when mireille was not empty she was filled with an incinerating rage.
for the bear.
for men at large.
for her own da who had tucked tail and dragged his family away: his true family. he had not been there to bury sobo. he had not fought and been wounded by the bear.
he had not seen erzulie die.
mireille wanted to drown njord's blood out of her own. she plunged breathless into the sea and came up weeping and glittering with salt, a mermaid of deepest melancholy.
jorunn; jorunn; mireille threw her dripping arms around the woman who had loved both her mothers.
this time she did not weep, only took jorunn into her heart in formal and true loyalty.