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she did not take his succinct answer at displeasure; the youth simply turned his attention to other things. herself, for instance; her countenance warmed beneath her allspice mask. "nevah," erzulie confirmed with a wry glint of teeth in a smile that remained as she pondered his next inquiry.
"yes. i live at ironsea. i be right along de watah," the harlot added, unable to keep from indulging the sable creature's intrigue around the salt-scent she carried laced into her pelt. "it is not so fah," erzulie went on, turning her mismatched gaze upon the boy, noting the lovely hue of his own gaze, "but my captain, he be a pirate."