Ankyra Sound goddamn, man, everybody got bugattis

rosalyn's answer was succinct, as was the nature of her lover. erzulie for a long moment was content simply to exist beneath the woman's touch. "i am," came her soft rejoinder; gaze lifted to caress the lovely features of the corsair, flickering with her continued desire, even in the face of her own weakness.
"shall we be movin' on den?" erzulie inquired, though the conversation was not her immediate focus. hunger clawed audibly at her belly; she mocked herself with a small smirk before moving off across the sand in the direction of the water, slowly enough to keep pace with her lover. they could both use a meal and a respite from the company of abrupt strangers.