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

rosalyn's frustration and bitter response to the pall of caiaphas hanging over them was palpable. erzulie too was wearied; perhaps were it not for the crowding she-wolves at the dark one's flanks she might have found herself more amenable. the queenly beast was not someone who had ever worn the chain of a man, and erzulie found it satisfying. in a place of fierce she-wolves, her daughters too would find the achievement of ruler.
a nod to the warrior's words. she had no intention of repeating such, to any creature. the sooner word of the witch died, the sooner erzulie could grieve caiaphas as the shrewd governor she had been.