Ankyra Sound on her radiance again

It felt good, having a way to distinguish the woman from the lovers she'd known in her past.  The happiness she felt was almost indescribable, but with it came a good measure of fear, because if the attachment she felt to Erzulie was like nothing she'd ever felt before then she knew losing her would destroy her.  Speaking her mother's tongue had brought back memories of a simpler time, but it had also brought back the reason she'd revoked it in the first place.  Fortunately, she had few doubts about her trust in their relationship.  She knew that if they were to part ways, it wouldn't be by choice on either of their parts. 

She wasn't overly surprised when Erzulie agreed that she'd never felt this before, though she still marveled at it.  Rosalyn didn't doubt the harlot had left more than a few broken hearts in her wake, a result of her trade and the beauty of her soul.  That she'd chosen to stay with the pirate wasn't a thing Rosalyn ever planned to take for granted.  She gave a soft, contented sound as the kiss touched on the base of her throat.

This doesn't mean I need to be the only one, she said, with a small smile.  She wouldn't seek to make Erzulie stop her trade unless she wished to, as some might define the term.  She'd said this before, and she guessed that the other knew it well. A part of her, though, wanted to know the other's thoughts.  So long as we can still wake up like this.  She returned the other's touch, to demonstrate.  If not every night, then as often as possible.