Dragoncrest Cliffs This ship was built to last

very few things could now draw erzulie from her bower. it would be within the next fortnight, her mother's body told the woman, and she stretched, wondering how many children the loa might give her this year.
very few things, save the rough familiarity of another man calling at the borders. the obsidian rolled to her rounded belly and hoisted herself on aching legs, a curse thrumming in her jaws as her stomach contracted in protest.
but erzulie refused to be hampered by her own limits even at the very end of her pregnancy. she went down to attend the call, noting that her beautiful scarred pirate had already come, and the newcomer —
"reyes?" the harlot exclaimed, unable to keep from cutting into and over their conversation. how fine he had become! she beamed at him, noting with surprise that he carried the redhawk scent which had become so familiar to her these days.