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

gdit they were supposed to spar

a lash, a flare of flame; the girl turned with a snap and disappeared. erzulie remained where she was, at length glancing over her shoulder at the gently shivering foliage that marked where the brat had once stood. lips pursing, the harlot glanced skyward. "you bad fah bringin' dat one to me!" she hissed in a rich growl.
but in the next moment, laughter found her tongue, her throat, dark and mocking, increasing in volume and tonality, until the woodland roundabout the harlot's encampment shook. would the girl hear it? erzulie hoped it would be so. in time her mirth tapered away and she found her stone threshhold with a sigh.