Stavanger Bay than a breeze next to this night

in rosalyn's comportment was approval, something erzulie had not expected. thus it caught the jezebel off guard, and she softened beneath the more intimate question. a wistful smile swathed the woman's features in a gentle light; she looked out across the sea and gave a low sigh.
"women like me cannot afford to choose, not all of de time, rosalyn." the two-toned gaze returned to the captain; a moment passed. "but sometimes i come across a connection, a spark." on a daring whim, erzulie lifted her eyes further until they met those of her lover, the raven who had made the sands and the sea beautiful for the harlot. "sometimes it be more den de act itself."
but so rarely.