Stavanger Bay earth and sea cower from my screams

the girl's face was unchanged, but erzulie wondered vaguely if her blatant show of interest toward the pale man who watched was irksome. many women had found in themselves the same opinion of the accented she-wolf, and what need did erzulie have to disprove the concept of herself as a threat? in truth, she wished none of the dubious treasures other females sought to clasp to their breasts. this one was young, but with time she too would learn the wine-dark secrets granted to all women.
"da sea is a dark mistress, and one wid which i am not well acquainted, pretty girl," erzulie admitted easily, repeating her earlier hope for charm in the common tongue. her focus was given completely to the darkfurred young wolfess — the man who had not yet come closer was quite forgotten.
her mint-fire eyes traced the lines of the young woman's features until she had all but drunk in the sable countenance, her eyes half-lidded and mouth sly beneath iher throat's silk-stone texture. "i have de skills o'rangin', far an' wide, an' i can defend dese bordas, woman. i promise you dat." her lips budded with a smile that belonged completely to the girl, and here she dropped the tone of her voice to one of conspiracy. "dere is a t'ird ting, should you like to hear it."