Seaside Moors Clouds like the smoke in the room

Erzulie's fierce smile brought a resplendent, matching fire to her own, and there was a similar ferality to her own returned expression.  It was little wonder she'd fallen so in love with her wife... and fell more and more with each passing day.  They'd stood firm through so many things, and while Wintersbane was not a threat to take lightly, he would not move them.

The mention of their children brought a seriousness to this, however, for they had much to lose if not cautious.  She nodded, but did not allow it to quell her thirst.  It has, she agreed, with a satisfied purl.  I haven't wished for it, but that doesn't mean I won't enjoy it.  It feels good to want something again.  Wicked, illicit.  She shouldn't be eager to throw their family into danger, but they had no choice.  Either they were timid or they risked, and if they were to risk, she would find joy in it.  It wasn't her way to take a step with half of her heart.