Blacktail Deer Plateau Climbed the trees of Carolina

erzulie expected more reaction from herself when rosalyn revealed she no longer felt the sea was home. but she supposed her wife had many reasons to feel such a way, and could fault her for none of them.
a rare flurry of words for the pirate. her rugged mate had always been the more reticent of the pair, a quiet observer. 
she missed nothing, the harlot thought with an inward smile as rosalyn pressed on. she was right to leave the grotto to the ghost of the old seawitch, and a song of grief responded in her veins to the memory of caiaphas.
the cliffs. amusement faded, and she was still for a long breadth of moments. drageda was a cursed place. who could know what ghosts they might leave behind? but there was a satisfying nature about what rosalyn implied, something that appealed to her more vengeful nature. "how long have you t'ought of dis?"