Shadewood and you, o blessed goddess

like her wife, erzulie too appreciated the look of her pirate; she was a fearsome thing, but beauty haloed her for the glory of rosalyn's ferocious dedication to their children, to her, and to rusalka. even if that love demanded the voyager to take a lower post, she had done it, and lost no esteem in eyes of her wife. 
no man could meet the standards the sea-warrior had set in erzulie's heart. 
"i would be loat' to attack us," the harlot purled, eyes resting lovingly upon her companion's features. "but neighbors we have, i feah, furt'er inland."
she stopped, glanced out beneath the dripping boughs to the moorlands they had only just left.  "remember when we met caiaphas, upon de plateau? she spoke of redhawks. like de one who attacked you." the golden wench. "not long ago i met a girl named maia. she was a firebird. she told me dat niamh still existed."
"an' den one of de medics who brought raleska home spoke of some pack called de frosthawks. obsessed w de birds, all of dem," she sighed in exasperation. "dey not be by de sea, but out dere. we have kept de peace so far," erzulie muttered with a pained gaze. "for once i be tired of it all, rosalyn."