Seaside Moors Clouds like the smoke in the room

the moment she had spoken the words, she knew the concept of them departing their land was an empty one. the sharpened edge, oiled with her own growing rage and honed by rosalyn drawing truth from the air.
she had known this day would come, and now it glinted sweet and bloodstained before them. he was a massive creature, this wintersbane who sought the helm of their ship, but he was no sailor.
the wives of rusalka, a tempest to whittle away at the heavy bone beneath his bluegrey coat.
it was with resolution that erzulie turned her focus to rosalyn again. "you could nevah be rid of me," the spicewolf cracked, tension shedding from her muscular figure as a grim smile crept to life upon her lips.
"we should send clementine away, wid de children. into de fores'." erzulie had been intrigued by wintersbane's mention of his ability with children, but the harlot knew the murderous ways of men toward pups not their own.
another grin, teeth slicing against the air. "it has been a long time, rosalyn."