Stavanger Bay There's talk goin round this town, keep it down now

erzulie smiled as she felt rosalyn settle against her, stealing forward with her spice-dusted muzzle to preen just beneath of the first mate's sable ears. "da sea takes what it wants," she hummed, wanting to say aloud the understated pierce of rosalyn's words. for a moment she was silent, content to touch the other and coexist while the violence of the sea only showed itself in the dull roar.
"and what has da sea taken from you, kònèy mwen?" the harlot mused, shifting so that she might find the other woman's gaze. perhaps now the quiet wolfess would share a word of her past; erzulie was still, having long wondered what lurked beyond rosalyn's guarded tones.