Stavanger Bay There's talk goin round this town, keep it down now

be it the poppy or the harlot's effort over the wounds, erzulie was silently pleased to feel the first mate relax beneath her touches. it accompanied the blooming of words on rosalyn's tongue that revealed she had almost taken up the trade the swab now plied. remembering how brazenly the woman had told erzulie of her acquaintance with the fairer sex, the jezebel decided she could not be too surprised.
vaguely wistful was instead how erzulie found herself — she remained alongside rosalyn as the other went on, spiced ears cupping toward the talk of mistakes. "it is hard to believe you could misstep," the harlot mused wryly, glancing out of doors before returning her attention to the proud face. "smokestep is a fair god, but i often wundah what made him so hard."