Seaside Moors crow feathers and obsidian

had grímnismál seemed interested at all in this wintersbane with the smoke in his throat, erzulie would have gestured her closer. as it was, the young medic only followed. each of the trio appeared content with this, and so the harlot shifted her attention back to their joiner.
"it will be a new type of t'ing for you den," she smiled. "here in rusalka, i lead wid a man named aningan. my wife was part of de leadership but stepped down. howevah," erzulie went on with a cant of her head, "when you meet her, you will see dat she is unabated in her role." so far as the spice-wife was concerned, her pirate was part of every decision made in rusalka.
"do you have any questions for me?" wintersbane did not seem the sort of man who would wish her to guide his thoughts upon rusalka; he would draw his own conclusions.