Dragoncrest Cliffs nor her dear parents, but

empress. it was quite tempting, but their seaside palace was less royal and more dominant, she felt. empresses were worshipped. those in sapphique commanded respect.
she closed her eyes at her wife's kiss. there was something bittersweet held now in the air: the idea that rosalyn would not have her own. "yes," she said. "ours." and more fiercely the words came.
she inhaled the salt breeze, chuckled.
"look how sleepy i be, just from walkin'. maybe you take a nap wid me," erzulie purled, pressing a kiss of her own here and there upon her pirate, cinnamon tail swishing with relief and amusement.