Shimmering Sands heat death

mismatched gaze watched as the slight girl drank. selina. moon-child. the name tasted of different things, but the stranger was not yet out of the proverbial grove. "erzulie of rusalka," the harlot offered.
eyes the color of a stormcloud blustering across the heavens. was there any such strife in the other's heart? she did not know, but understood that without fast work, she would never learn how she had found the straggling woman.
"selina. come wid me to rusalka. if you stay here, dere be a great chance you will die." healer's heart speaking now; she could no more leave the she-wolf here than she could have abandoned anyone else.
"dat way, to de moorlan'," erzulie went on, gently gesturing in that direction.