Cricket Creek Bog Unless I say so, ain't your Barbie, no

godddddd i am so sorry for holding this up, please kick me next time <3

"i shall," erzulie smiled, sensing the friendly dismissal in niamh's words even if it did not truly exist. on edge she was, too far from rusalka and not for the first time did she fiercely desire the presence of her wife. phox, alyx, niamh; their faces shining in turn with kindness and relief. 
"t'ank you," she said softly, then returned her two-toned gaze to niamh. a knowing look, that the seawolves and the firebirds should now pass into a place of peace. "i hope to see you again. an' alyx, if you be neah again, come and play wid de children."
a dip of her muzzle; if there was nothing else to be said, the harlot would turn, sides swelling with a pleased sigh to be passing off through the foliage in the direction of the moors and her own daughters.