Coconut Grove a rush of blood booms in my ears,

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it was more than time enough to rest, but erzulie found she was restless. she devoted most of her energy to locating new places for caches, though frequent forays to the sea soon tangled her cinnamon pelt with salt. it was brimming with such crystals as she cocked a spiced ear toward rosencrantz, then gave a soft chuckle, inhaling as she willed the tears to dry.
"we women be takin' care of ourselves widout men since de beginnin' of time," the harlot teased her stoic packmate. "dat bein' said, aningan was a good choice for dis." 
erzulie stretched, eyed rosencrantz. "you do all dis patrollin', but i wonder if you are finding a little fun heah and dere as well."