Dragoncrest Cliffs from grueling anxiety

"oh, cher," erzulie clucked when she had found njord, or rather he had found her. tongue passing to smooth his cheek; she sought the young man's eye. "tell me how your heart has been," the obsidian urged in a voice stippled with affectionate worry.
it seemed that the men of sapphique, at least for now, had not yet earned the scorn that rosalyn and erzulie both bore in their breasts for the more brutish of the sexes. njord was quite sweet, and the woman was unsurprised to find that she truly wondered after his well-being.