Coconut Grove I'm gonna fight the moon

who was this woman? erzulie was beginning to rankle beneath her quiet, probing veneer. a fighter, to be sure; she knew their ways. but the harlot was in little position to squabble, heavy sides drawing a breath as the little ones shifted and kicked.
"dat depends. are you a grave danger?" she inquired with a crisp, sardonic edge to her voice. but her eyes had gone back to the direction of the water. rusalka lay at their back. there was little reason to truly fear, though erzulie kept alert.