Dragoncrest Cliffs the girl on angel pavement

poor girl, poor girl. erzulie swept her closer, sought to press her spice-hued pelt against the pale one of the girl if allowed. "come wid me," she urged, stepping back farther from the cliffline. she would take haunt to where the girl had rested since arriving. the expression that had passed across that empty young face upon the mention of kaertok gave the harlot some semblance of hope.
a cluck of her tongue; it was cold here, too cold to remain, and she waited for haunt to heed her into the automatic distant way that she had yet moved since arriving in sapphique.