Stavanger Bay as i climb into the skies

not at all, darling!

most men by now would have fallen prey to the practiced surety of erzulie's charms, but smokestep was not among their number. he was set apart in many ways; she should not have been even vaguely surprised when he continued to resist, turning his attention instead to what drove the figure of which she knew he was fond.
and so, arranging herself on the sand he had dampened with when the corsair brought with him the sea, erzulie mirrored his position and began to speak lightly of the time after she had been taken in by marie. never before; the visages of roux and octave were not faces that the chai-tea wolfess wished to unveil — not yet.
a goodly amount of time passed before they parted ways, he to his tasks and she to her den, but the pleasure of their discourse warmed her for the remainder of the day.