Honeyed Pasture inside, he was longing for something to be a part of

her offer of help rebuffed, erzulie nevertheless kept her attention trained on the snow-hued male. his discomfort was obvious in the way his words briefly tripped over one another. silver eyes, golden pelt — some sort of jewel to the man who clearly seemed frantic over the wayward cortland. "noted," the harlot murmured, turning 'round to stride back the way she had come.
perhaps erzulie would have completed her about face, had not the boy addressed her a second time. stifling her amusement  — how many friends had he lost? — the spice-edged jezebel gave a slow shake of her narrow muzzle. "i not be knowing dat name, child. da sea and i have only been t'getah for a short time." her mint-glow gaze traveled slowly over his worried expression, but erzulie said no more.