Dragoncrest Cliffs it puts you in a situation where you're made to feel dumb.

erzulie each day grew more and more content with the decision she had made.
and so when the sea began to sharpen in her blood; when she felt the lapping tide sent by a not-yet-arrived ship, she was surprised. surely her choice should have assured against it.
warm eyes. a pelt in shades of graphite. the arrogance of a young man, exploring their borders without announcing himself. 
erzulie descended to his position, spice-hued tail swaying above her hips. her two-toned gaze explored his features with interest, notably the stripe along his spine that her two daughters bore.
the obsidian said nothing, allowing the expectancy in her stare to speak for itself.