Twisted Slough An isle of flightless birds

he certainly had a wonderful view of her skills — it provoked a chuckle from erzulie, and she nodded, agreeing with his strategy. "i will stay ovah deah, low to de groun', an' wait for you to drive dem dis way." truth be told, it had been some time since she had romped like a child, and she was looking forward to snapping at the foolish birds, even if she did not land a kill.
nodding at the boy, the harlot stalked off in the direction she had indicated, smiling a bit to herself. it was not far from her current position, just more cunningly angled for the process that the boy had outlined. it was belatedly she realized she had not gotten the young redhawk's name in return, but for the moment, their play held her attention more than whatever title he moved beneath.