Barrow Fields and though half-blind with ravening

four times. erzulie's dark ears twitched somewhat at that, but otherwise she did not comment for a moment. "dey do not worry me. men nevah do," she added dryly, remembering the meeting she had shared with her fellows and the drageda males upon the beach. "dere is much history for you here, den. i can see why you would be loat' to give it up."
presently, the harlot rocked back upon her haunches, regarding caipahas with a shade more warmth than before evinced. "your son is a strong man already. you should be proud of dat." even if the fierce crone had little to do with how he had grown, her indomitable spirit was clear upon the stamp of illidan, and if the wolves of caiaphas' line were all such a way, erzulie was pleased to run among them.