Ankyra Sound Breakin' is easy and hope is hard

the siren allowed the pair a moment to reacclimate, her gaze elsewhere as erzulie swept over to rosalyn, the two burying their affections deep in each other by gentle, tender ministrations. LAME!! she allowed them their weird shows of devotion, mostly because as an emotional stunted little harpy, caiaphas had little understanding for physical displays of affection --

but she did understand grief, and fury -- and seeing rosalyn, these emotions became turbulently renewed.

"you.. can't stay..?" caiaphas repeated harshly, glancing first at the tawny features of erzulie, and then to the cliffs beyond -- a hateful coldness had settled over her keen features. "we risked our hides -- eurycrates died -- for you. do you think they are worth running from?"

caiaphas paused, and then spat in the sand. her lips curled back with needle-teeth showing as she spoke up once more. "they outnumber us and they can't even keep us off the beach. they know our numbers, and they haven't launched an attack. they could have killed you, but they didn't; a strong pack would have killed you. they are weak, and you should not scurry away from them like a little sand-crab afraid of the light."

the queen's diatribe ended, and her gaze slid to erzulie, wondering what the sharp-tongued harlot's thoughts were on the matter. "you would leave her? and leave our safe harbor?"