Firestone Hot Springs but now the nightmares come again

the jezebel had taken advantage of a lull in the snowfall; she trotted across the border and secreted herself into the featureless landscape at a determined pace.
the pain in her head had not returned; she was relieved by this, but vowed to take easier ways for herself. no more children. no more endless hunts, no more petty squabbles or posturing.
she was growing old.
but not so old as to fail in beauty, erzulie thought with a rare spate of vanity as she lowered herself into a steaming pool. the expanse shimmered with a foul steam, but it was an easy trade for the soothing touch of the water, and soon she grew sleepy, languid.