Stavanger Bay you have what you have, and what you have is for you

erzulie watched the youngster's show of arrogance with an expression that cooled steadily, magma from the throat of some volcanic god. whatever loa had been trickster sibling in the womb with this one, the voodooiene did not know, and nor did she wish to know. "pah!" erzulie snorted with a roll of her pale eyes — "de answer to dat is simple."
now 'twas her turn to preen closer to the little upstart, lips curving slowly as if to impart some morsel of wisdom. "i got no time to be wastin' on de likes of you, brat," the harlot breathed in the next moment, drawing back with a curl of her lip. in this moment, ironsea's newest recruit had no regard for the rank of the girl. they were but wanton and innocent, erzulie recognizing her worth far beyond that of the yearling, or so she believed. tail swaying, the harlot awaited the young one's response.