Stavanger Bay and hurl thieves down from paradise

gone. erzulie had perhaps known, but not that it was to be extended indefinitely, and that rosalyn would lead them now. gently buffeted by the restrained emotion in the other's voice, the harlot reached out to nudge gently beneath  the tilt of the woman's chin.
therein she tasted the frayed nerves and the unsurety; erzulie drew back to find the gaze she had come to adore so strongly. and when rosalyn posed an inquiry the wanton had not expected, her cinnamon-dusted ears drew up sharply in surprise. "moi?" it was upon the tip of her tongue, the question regarding the more suitable choices.
but perhaps there was no one else; the imposing pillar who had dealt with the redhawk wolves was pledged to smokestep, or so she suspected. erzulie watched rosalyn for a long moment, worry and pride vying for a place in a chest that finally swelled with a breath. "i can do such a t'ing for you. you honor me."