Seaside Moors why did i call again,

fade & have another? <3

music calmed whatever loa inside chacal had inspired her voice to only come with song. erzulie dropped her muzzle, kissed the small face until the last of her trepidation had been driven out and away.
in time, the harlot settled herself along the small silent girl, jaws parting in a long yawn that surrendered her to the constant fatigue that seemed to have crept into her bones as of late.
or perhaps that was only the impending winter.
erzulie rolled to one hip against the earth, invited chacal beneath a raised forearm to doze in the soft hours left to them.