Stavanger Bay i should not smite with vengeance

erzulie smiled, tracing her gaze along the length of kelp. "perhaps if you were to soak it again in de brine," she suggested, motioning toward the sea's lapping. "as you know, dat plant be comin' from de sea; return it and see what happens." her tone was kind, warm with her own intrigue to know whether or not the kelp could be revived.
"how long have you been in ironsea, godot?" erzulie murmured after a beat, turning her attention back to the lovely-eyed girl. there was a boredom there she thought was visible; it became a sense of interest for her as she awaited the other's response.