Ankyra Sound to please their lord, so before the sword

slapping a fade on this cuz i suuuckk <3

a nod. "erzulie." no need for more than that, no need for a surname. it had been both title and epithet for as long as she could recall. "an' i was born in de bayou, a sort of ... hot swamp." the sea called her eyes back to it again, and then she looked to the man again. "i am happy to serve rusalka beside you."
the pair walked along the beach a while longer, exchanging soft snippets of conversation. and when at last they parted, some part of the harlot was soothed, if not fully trusting.