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

erzulie's brow arched gracefully. for a long moment she only stared the insolent down. or was he insolent? maybe it was only the fact that despite the gradient of looks he bore, there was nothing behind those eyes. "i would hope so," the obisidian answered dryly.
"i be erzulie. dis be sapphique." introductions made, erzulie moved closer, testing the air nearer the stranger. the stripe was unmistakable. "an' you be a bit close for someone i do not know." not a threat; not yet. he was polite if foolish and had shown no signs of threat.
but he was a man nonetheless. the woman kept her mismatched gaze fixed upon him.
for now, he was a distraction from the fact that it had been a week since she last saw mireille.