Dragoncrest Cliffs the sugary smell of springtime

she mulled over the seafoam run. breath came tighter as she thought of the waves crashing down upon the swimmers. 
a new man had come to sapphique. erzulie knew nothing of him, only that her season was arriving swiftly, heat building beneath her fur as the snow began to melt. 
not yet, or she would not have approached the skull-faced man with confident steps. eadwulf, rosalyn had said. the cinnamon harlot prowled closer. "how are you settling into dis lan' alongside de sea?"