Dragoncrest Cliffs Crash burn

the wind rose and with it, erzulie's gorge. 
spitting saliva into a bush, she scraped earth over the meal she had lost, sighing in vague irritation. and yet with this, pleasure. relief. she carried the next generation of sapphique, and in this, would induct merlin and njord into the small number of those who had come to gain the favor of the wives.
a howl there, summoning the quiet young girl who had come to live among them not long ago. and a familiar voice. this was confirmed as the golden harlot came upon the caller. phox. "you be far from home," erzulie commented with no true tone, gaze settling curiously upon the man.