Stavanger Bay stealin' wheat and barley an' all the other grains,

it was with amusement that erzulie sidled across the sand to rosalyn's side. offering the captain a deferential nod — the harlot would be remiss if she did not admit, at least to herself, that proximity to the other woman thrilled her in a quiet way — the quartermaster turned her attention toward the man.
in many shades, he resembled rosalyn, though her teeth ached to rake the debris from his fur. seeing little reason to speak, erzulie maintained her warm silence, appraising the newcomer with a light gaze.