Seaside Moors Clouds like the smoke in the room

a resolute nod. the pirate was correct, as always. they must strike while the iron was hot, but not before their affairs had been prepared. if by some fluke the man was to successfully ward away the rusalkan pair, she knew they must be prepared to form a schism and depart, swiftly.
mind meandered to the firebirds. erzulie no more wanted to serve beneath their helm than she did the male who led them now. but their new camaraderie would allow for safer passage through the tuktu, or so she hoped.
a swelling of her chest, a step forward. "i will ask him directly who he be ready to serve." she had accepted him, after all; the spicewife thought it more likely he would pledge to her than a man who had come to them at the same time as himself.