Ankyra Sound the brink of war as my judge and jury

rosalyn. so long had the pirate been her companion that erzulie could scarce remember a time when her life had not contained the woman. rusalka might well fall, their children would one day seek their own fares, but rosalyn
she lay her muzzle upon her wife’s shoulder, smiling fondly into the much-beloved features, and the sigh that broke from her throat drove out the barbed feelings, for the present.
”it has been a long time since we were alone,” erzulie remarked, eyes drifting closed for a small moment.