Seaside Moors the sky is so tragically beautiful

a silent sort. she was accustomed to it with rosencrantz, and so this kvasir would fit well into the quieter role of men within rusalka. at his mention of plants, the woman's eyes lit with a palpable glow. "den we be well met in de world of green t'ings."
seeing no reason to deny him a place, erzulie nevertheless paused as the young alpha of rusalka came to stand alongside her. a dip of her muzzle; eyes traveled back to the fierce botanist. "i t'ink dis man, kvasir, will make a good addition," the harlot purred sidelong to aningan, "but de decision is your own."
pleased to defer a moment, erzulie fell into an affable silence. aningan was a capable leader, she believed; he had only to reach out and take what was his.