Blacktail Deer Plateau this is my story, this is my song

introductions were made, moments before the woman was swept along with the wave of ying's vivacious energy. lips curving amused, she murmured "erzulie" before squatting to enforce her own scent at the borders.
the compliment came suddenly; her ears tilted a moment in surprise before two-toned eyes filled with pleasure. "you be very pretty yourself,"
she stepped onward. closer now, she saw that ying was rainwater and ice, and so young. "you be new?" the woman inquired, attempting to shake the melancholy feeling of age that had crept into her throat.