caiaphas had led them to the sound, too near drageda for erzulie's liking. sporadic bits and pieces of discussion had revealed to her the nature of the tension between the seawitch and the pirate. however; it had not come to blows, and the harlot did not think that it would. with several adults in the sound to accompany the half-grown young, it seemed a claim could be feasibly staked, and held at least through winter.
today the honeycream woman trailed the lightly conversing pair, taking no pains to stay hidden. far enough away to keep from the carry of their words, she nevertheless watched for any telltale sign that caiaphas would strike her lover. necessity bred alliance; it did not merit trust, not yet.
a low growl of annoyance rose in the woman's throat when shadows approached the two, and her stride lengthened; she paused only when she had come up alongside rosalyn's flank. welcome to leave hunted the fine hairs of her ears; it did not take long before erzulie pieced together the possibility of what was happening here.
"pretty boys from drageda," she purred, curving a hip teasingly in the proud one's direction as her mintglow gaze roved playfully over the pair. "surely you not be scared of t'ree women, not wid de cliffs at your back." a barb — rosalyn and caiaphas represented no threat to the looming soldiers, nor did she.
not unless they were given a reason.