Stavanger Bay atop sins towered heaven high for me

ever so vague, or perhaps direct was a more apt word, rosalyn told the story of her ironsea belonging, and erzulie gave a nod when the story had finished. that the woman found pride in smokestep was apparent — the spiced creature knew little of raptor to form an opinion. but rosalyn held the pair in esteem, and thus so would erzulie also.
"i am de wanderer, prodigal child wherever i go," the harlot jested at herself. "but i also love de sea, and de wolves who call it home often do not bother wid de nuance of arrogant inland dwellers." a smile then, one for the first mate alone.