Stavanger Bay earth and sea cower from my screams

erzulie's eyes did not miss the pale stranger who paused in her drift toward the pair, nor the ivory ranger who settled within earshot. so. they were to have an audience. the woman lifted her chin with a smooth pride that did not detract from her submission along the salt-rimed borders, and unfurled herself to present the breadth of her chai-tea frame, the burn of her mismatched eyes.
to the other's inquiry, erzulie gave a low purl of quiet laughter. "it be a beautiful place, non?" she asked of the earth-toned girl her gaze drifting with a momentary boldness to the striking eyes. "it be a place of fierce warriors." 
here her tonguetip darted to touch the side of her mouth, and now erzulie gazed beyond the wolfess' dark shoulder at the fierce-looking creature who observed. "and men." her eyes found the sable features of her gentle interrogator once more. "that be what strikes m'fancy."