Seaside Moors Broken merry go round

a few dead. ears flicked again. an illness? the girl's bubbly nature did little to impress upon erzulie the strength of her pack, but the jezebel decided it was a moot point. "not boring at all, maia," the rusalkan lilted. "anyt'ing you want. i am new, an' i have not heard of de firebirds before."
redhawks, once, and to know niamh was closer than the woman would have liked was jarring. unenjoyable. a sweep of salmon tongue across her own lips. it was upon the tip of her tongue to ask if the maiden often came to the sea, but for now she would wait and listen.