Coconut Grove I'm gonna fight the moon

She hummed in response. Rusalka, Eartha rolled the word over her tongue, embracing the familiarity of its sound. Sounds of home. She turned her head to look at the woman for the first time. She was...soft-looking, for lack of a better term. Like cream and honey. Her eyes though, her eyes pierced. Watching, waiting. I'm afraid I haven't heard of it. Eartha met the woman's dual-toned eyes, her own flat and half-lidded. She wasn't really looking for a fight. Wasn't spoiling for it like most of the day. Are you here to warn me off? Or was that your warning?