Seaside Moors for by my side you put on

a polar woman approached, bringing erzulie to mind of both rosencrantz and aningan at once. she tensed somewhat, but knew the other would not have been allowed to cross the moors so far if she was not one of their own. "not at all," the harlot purred, though she was rather watchful now that the newcomer was near.
"i be erzulie," she greeted, enjoying the scent of crushed heather that now had wreathed its way through her hackles. "what do you t'ink of de sea?" for she knew not if the other had been a seawolf before.
but rosencrantz had been so, yes? and she wondered at it in this woman.