Firestone Hot Springs but now the nightmares come again

such an intriguing young creature this was. erzulie was fascinated beneath the burble of wistful envy; to be so beautiful, but to know it not until your looks began to fade. had she always been so vain? the harlot busied herself with watching how harps regarded her, warmed by the soft glances.
"old enough to be a mot'er," she murmured in response, lips curling into a wide, brazen smile once more. "but my children have mostly left me, now." pensive; a note she had not meant to let the girl hear.
she covered it with a low sound, an arch of spiced brow. "an' you?"