With the Water

[Millwright]

I wish ya'll could hear it in the Cajun accent.

As I read, that's how it comes into my head. (if that makes sense)

Probably the closest you will hear is Troy on Swamp People.

There is a distinct difference in the dialect from NOLA to Houma, New Iberia and father west to Lake Charles.

It is slowly being lost.

[Sportsman]

Thank you. Here, we're getting another view of the world as it is. The accents remind me of a bit of my past as well.

[kua]

Wow! This kind of life is something I know nothing about. Very interesting. Looking forward to another chapter. Thank you!!!

[FMJ]

Placing the thorn and ball of wax in Ma-ma Boudreaux’s hand, the old woman cautions, “No more than once a day, Adrienne. Two places only and always on opposing sides, or it will go violently mad.”

“This is not the houdou then, no gris-gris?” Ma-ma Boudreaux asks cautiously.

“No houdou, just hedge witch herbals to ease suffering.”

Claire sobs, hovering over her son, “Thank..., thank you, Priestess Miriam. I am forever in your debt.”

“Ha, I’ll not hold you to that one, ti bebe,” Miriam laughs. “But you Adrienne, you may already owe me the blood debt. How long have you known it was a sensitive?” she demands.

Ma-ma Boudreaux meets the accusation and chooses her words with care, “I admit I suspected it the night the babe was christened, but my suspicions were only confirmed two days ago when he spoke to me of voices in the wind.”

“I knew it! Your Andre was a powerful sensitive and a vocal advocate for the controls needed to shield the sensitive enclave here in the bayou. He willingly practiced a close restraint in all things,” Miriam continued without pause. “You should have known better. You have witnessed the power He could wield.”

“I, know,” Ma-ma Boudreaux replied, her fists tightly clenched.

“Hear me then, Adrienne, if you, know. The descendant is often a better version of the ancestor. This one is as yet unknown. It may be capable of truly great..., or truly terrible things. Without the limit, this one is a threat to any sensitive within miles of this place,” Miriam warned.

“And you would have me believe you are better suited to decide if this limit shall be placed upon him, Miriam? More than likely, you would harness him to further your own dark purposes? I will have you know that this one is my own blood; my only grandson and you will do no such thing to him,” Ma-ma Boudreaux states through gritted teeth.

[Dosadi]

Thanks, enjoying the story.

D.

[ted]

The gauntlet is thrown...If I thought I was interested before, I now am in serious need of MOAR!

Thank you!

[Texican]

Discord in the sensitives....

The clouds become thicker....

Thanks for the chapter FMJ....

Texican....