Seaside Moors around your soft neck

to rosalyn's pronouncement, erzulie gave a soft gasp, kissing her mate's scarred cheeks. "that is good news, good news, my love," she whispered, relieved for the upbeat change in their dour meet. "can i ask who you chose dis time?" the harlot inquired, wondering if her pirate had chosen someone close or a man unknown.
it mattered not; for all of them, for each child born into their fold, erzulie would be mama and rosalyn maman. that was the way of things, and she saw no reason to change how she had always done things with her wife. "i look forward to meeting dem."