a fever had swept the harlot, and left behind a rather bedraggled and angular creature. yet her infection had passed; walking did not pain erzulie half so much. her days were given over to rest, at rosalyn's insistence, and she was content to do so. the bear had not been sighted; he had not returned, and the chai-tea woman was at last able to find relaxation.
it was the absence of rosalyn that had wakened her; erzulie returned to a drowse, but came fully alert when she realized her lover had been gone longer than expected. a frown ghosted across her features; slowly the seawolf rose up and followed rosalyn's tracks through the sand.
it was upon the tail-end of the young male's voice that erzulie arrived, moving to her companion's side. a child with a set of ears that too brought a warm curve to her lips, one that faded when her mismatched gaze drifted to the boy. and then to rosalyn. once more favouring silence, she said nothing, content for now only to flank her lover.