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today brought erzulie's first foray inland, and she had only paused with the smallest hint of trepidation before departing ironsea in the afternoon. the low croon of her howl belonged to @Smokestep, @Rosalyn, @Raptor — she would return, for the land along the brine had become hers. and yet the first mate had been absent from the shoreline. a frown tugged at erzulie's delicate features, but she continued into the wilds all the same.
the night fell in warm draperies; the mint-glow gaze of the harlot caught the gravid whitestone glint of the moon and held it. her pace quickened as emerald grasses spread out across slow rolling terrain; erzulie lowered her muzzle to scent the rich loam beneath, mouth curving in a swift, silent smile at the pleasure of the blades' cool texture, so unlike the sand of ironsea.
and when she lifted her slender countenance, the swab's gaze caught the rangy movement of yearling trotsteps: a creature of shadow and charcoal, and erzulie in their path. the woman made no move to veil herself or avoid the approach; her honeycream figure instead turned to more fully face the oncomer, rosebug tongue sweeping her jaws with interest.