Seaside Moors Maybe I should get to church on Sunday...

i saw this when u put it up & knew i must have it if no one joined

she found the shrewd young healer along the moorline. erzulie herself had sought the warmth of the day, considering the time in which she might bring her small blossoms along upon a patrol.
it would be sooner than she realized, the harlot decided, shifting her attention to the sharp-eyed huntress and her kill. "stryx, it be?" erzulie inquired warmly, flicking mismatched gaze briefly over the physician.
she had been truthful to her word, remaining close while raleska recovered from some great as-of-yet unheard ordeal. more than birth, the cinnamon courtesan sensed, but for now she only waited, thinking of offering their guest a cache for her catch.