Nova Peak and sailed to troy,

medicine woman. gem-chiefs. "it was good to meet you, imaq," erzulie said quietly, though a true grin lit her mismatched eyes. "perhaps i will be able to entertain you at de coas' one day."
with a little wink of goodwill, the seawolf relinquished their meeting in a fond way. good to know, she supposed, that wintersbane had made a place with better ambitions than before. she still did not enjoy the idea of him as leader, but if imaq was an example of duskfire, then erzulie might find herself more softened in the weeks to come.
the cinnamon-spice woman moved off grandly toward sapphique.