Stavanger Bay atop sins towered heaven high for me

whenever you have time, @Rosalyn <3 set for tomorrow morning

dawn had not yet let down her rosy palms to touch the winterbound bay when erzulie awoke, restless in the usual way it happened when there was a new home in which to settle. the cold staleness of her den had not yet abated, but the snow had not yet allowed flowers to bloom. their petals were what erzulie intended to use for fragrancing of her lair, but in lieu of such, the wanton opted instead to clean the rest of the bones from its interior.
the morning rose to find the woman settling the discarded jawbone of a deer outside her threshold, pacing to its edge to look over the frozen basin. hunger stirred behind her expression, but erzulie did not rise — not yet. she remained poised outside the entrance to her denmouth, the darkness of her pelt lightening to rich honeyed hues as the sunglow grew.