Ocean's Breath Plateau how long can you hold your breath?

"hello, vwayajè." erzulie did not know his tongue and did not expect him to know her own, but she had surmised it was a greeting all the same. two-toned gaze drew the details of him forth, gleaning with an expression to suggest the harlot appreciated the offering of the man's presence.
"perhaps i can help you," she declared, shaking out her honeycream ruff and laying her eyes more firmly upon him. "i saw you put your head beneath de watah," erzulie went on, glancing at the places where his pelt still rested against his body, sodden. why? came her curious shift in regard; she stood silently before the man now, inscrutable in her determination, even if she did not understand why.