Stavanger Bay atop sins towered heaven high for me

dawn brought with it no warmth, and erzulie’s jaw tensed — the warmth of another would be a welcome respite for the evenings to come. spring had not yet come to breathe sunlight into the land, for what reason she did not know.
in the next moment, erzulie’s two-toned gaze flickered with a sudden interest, as the morning delivered almost to her threshold the traipse of the dark woman.
”would you be wantin’ company?” the harlot called from the stonebridge to the sable leader, noting how even in the cold glow of early morning, the shadows limned the woman’s figure, accentuating the careful poise of her bearing.