Whitefish River I've never been afraid of any deviation.

the man grew close out of concern; erzulie fought the need to tense her body against his nearness. "a plant, or some udda t'ing. i am a fool, is all." an airy laugh as she decided to exit the waters. settling herself again on the bank, the harlot began to preen water from her fur.
presently the warmth of the sun lit her skin with a warm glow; the travel had been tiring and erzulie found herself rather exhausted. chuffing lightly to the man, to invite him alongside her if he so chose, the quartermaster settled into a half-doze, watching his form in the gentle pool.