Dragoncrest Cliffs some say an army of horsemen,

she watched merlin avoid her nearness, for that was how she took it. but erzulie was not offended. she bore all in stride. and so she commented not upon his movement, only turned her gaze upon the leaves.
perhaps she had made of herself a figure rather unapproachable.
curiosity flickered in her, but the obsidian tamped it down for now.
"dese be good for bindin' woun's," erzulie told merlin with a quiet air. "i will take some of dem back to de herb cache." she sniffed at the salt clinging to them. "i am well. spring is coming. de lan' feels settled."