Dragoncrest Cliffs Brilliance

she had bathed in the salt again recently, and it twined into the spiced chai-tea of her pelt. twilight had come, matching the eternal sunset that seemed to never have left her heart.
dead —
and the bear had been the same.
a swallow bobbed her throat. erzulie stared off across the turquoise baubles upon the night-darkened waters. a familiar scent coming to her; the mismatched gaze alit upon merlin, who looked curiously at the ice. the harlot sidled to his flank, followed the line of his eyes, but said nothing.