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rosalyn was home.
the harlot had spent every waking hour with her returned pirate, doting upon her, listening to the tales of how the former captain had found rusalka, and then to where they had scattered.
the call came and ripped into her peace; erzulie reluctantly rose and came away to confront rosencrantz with a surly look, to be so disturbed at this time.
she was half a mind to simply hand it over — she cared nothing for rusalka, but she had earned the rank. it was hers, not to be ill-gotten by a new trophy hunter.
let her see if she might shake that mask today. erzulie coiled herself into a light stance and waited.