Dragoncrest Cliffs Saturn Nights

erzulie was not one for much skygazing. the heavens were beautiful, but they came after their reflection in seawater. she bathed now in the shallows beneath the slow wheeling of stars, eyes closed and breath situating her calmly against the icy breath of it.
behind her eyelids a wide flash of light. the harlot reopened them, fixed her stare with curiosity as the great thing of many colors and fire she did not understand raced across the atmosphere.
it struck somewhere beyond them, and harshly. fascination vied with healer's instinct that it would hurt many to land, and then the rush of relief that sapphique had been spared such a judgement.
de loa be watchin' over us, she told herself as she came upon the young seawolf. njord watched the place they had both seen the object collapse; her curiosity burgeoned, but her reverence for this quiet moment was unmatched, and so erzulie did not speak again.
water coursed along her limbs; she had not bothered to shake it away.