Blacktail Deer Plateau i lived the dream of nymph and men

a swear in french upon her lips, erzulie hissed at the violent pain behind her eyes that had woken her before dawn. a headache, she sighed, feeling the agony shudder into her skull and at last fall silent. she had paced from the den in a furor, and now stood overlooking the cliff, blinking at rosewater now washing the horizone.
a trip must be made for more medical supplies, and soon. perhaps the stresses had now congealed into a hammer that knocked her about, and the thought tightened erzulie's mouth. she would not bear that.
in time, the harlot wended her way into the forest, heading for no particular direction as she warily awaited the return of the discomfort.