Emberflame Ridge beat your breasts, young (m)aidens

the stranger flung his own plume high and did not move. erzulie watched him. he was tall and muscular, with a countenance that suggested he had earned the things won in his life. and like the wolf among the stone, this one was no boy. she would not have to teach him.
a tacit wave of her banner, beckoning him closer. she remained stiff-legged and wary, unwilling to commit to anything between the pair of them before she had come to know him even in a small way.
the obsidian's stare remained cool. waiting.