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

erzulie let her mint-glow gaze rest on the boy, tracing openly the eyes that regarded her with kindness. "phocion," the harlot repeated, a smile accompanying her tones. "i will commit da both of dese names to memory," she murmured with an arch of one cinnamon brow. "perhaps you might do som'ting for me?"
she did not pause before running tonguetip across her lips and meeting the boy's beautiful gaze once more. "tell de men along your travels dat a harlot resides in ironsea. if dey bring me som'ting worthwhile, i will give dem what it is all men desire." the woman paused, a saltwind up from the brine lifting her cream hackles and smoothing her pelt against the contours of her body, still her eyes leveled upon pale phocion.