Stavanger Bay Waking the lions in me

erzulie saw both unfamilarity and those she knew within the grouping that thronged before rosalyn. the honeycream creature paced sedately until she was within eyeshot of both the new captain and raptor; a nod for the latter, a lingering expression for the former. she remained as part of the assemblage, ready to assume her new role as quartermaster if called upon for recognition, and otherwise content. their numbers had dwindled, but perhaps with changes, ironsea would strengthen again.