Dragoncrest Cliffs some say an army of horsemen,

it did not feel as though merlin were intent upon her invitation. erzulie was unused to this sort of rejection: not a direct characterization of looks or response, but more aversion. perhaps he was one who did not tend toward women. perhaps he simply did not tend toward anyone, and so explained how tensely he reacted when she drew near.
"i will," the harlot purred all the same, rising to brush him once more and then step away. "my pleasure to show you." a knowing glance, and then, if merlin did not stop her, erzulie would melt away and into the seabrush, seeking solace and her own thoughts.