Seaside Moors the sky is so tragically beautiful

kvasir. a cold name from a cold place. she did not know it, but by his pelage he must have arrived from some polar locale like aningan. the thought of the young leader brought an inward smile, but erzulie kept herself outwardly composed.
"dis be rusalka. your strengt' would be best used warding away de strangers who approach our outer borders." away from the little ones — for the time being.
with the sea to their backs, that meant only three sides that must be patrolled. but it was an expansive land.
"you appear to be a fighter. what else do you bring, kvasir?" erzulie inquired, gaze warming a degree.