Stavanger Bay atop sins towered heaven high for me

At Erzulie's laugh, Rosalyn wheeled to see her slowing, and she slowed as well.  It had started a race, but really, it was an excuse.  She carried a short ways further, then stopped, letting the salt of the air fill her lungs and the breeze cool her off.  She was going to turn and return, but instead, Erzulie came alongside.

"Good company is something you'll hopefully find a lot of here," she responded, pleased at the compliment.  "But if you ever find yourself lacking, find me."  She was game for a run about anytime, and while sometimes she preferred to be alone, it wasn't often.  Rosalyn was a social creature, and she glanced back at Erzulie with likely a matching expression in her own gaze.