Stavanger Bay We took a hard left, but we're alright

always <3

harps' death weighed heavily upon erzulie. instead of forcing herself to remain upon the plateau, seeking penance and therefore absolution through her work, the harlot was glad of a journey with her wife. flanks had not yet begun to swell with aningan's children, but she had quickened. of this she was certain.
the bay was indeed devoid of noise. it was as if their pack had never been, and she tasted the air. but no one had come to take up residence, and her thoughts silently aligned with that of rosalyn. "maybe it was meant to be reclaimed by de sea," erzulie murmured simply, though she moved forward with an elation unable to be veiled.