Dragoncrest Cliffs the sugary smell of springtime

"dat be dependin' on where you come from." she studied the ivory edge of his jawline. the skull-mask both perturbed and intrigued her; she wondered how he had come by it, what combination of blood and chance had given him such a visage. "where i be from, stars could be followed. dat de shapes held stories an' messages," and here she pointed out a cluster of the small glowing pinpricks. constellations, marie had said.
she would not pry into his own roots. such things came with time. 
"i be erzulie, obisidian in sapphique." gentle voice, museful as she thought upon all the star-tales she had seen woven over the years.