Stavanger Bay than a breeze next to this night

along a cliff overlooking the expanse of ocean, erzulie had brought a haunch of deer from a kill inland, and a bouquet snipped from various coastal flowering plants. dawnrise; sunset was for trysts, and it was no such thing she shared with @Rosalyn — not now.
she found it odd that the captain had not yet sought any vow of fidelity from her; that the woman had not pressured her to give up the trade. erzulie dealt in flesh, it was true, and prized her freedom; either of those things she did not wish to surrender, but that rosalyn had not asked of it perturbed erzulie on some level.
perhaps she was a warm companion, a giving lover, enough of one thing or another for the captain to regard her as worthwhile. and that was her lot; the chai-tea woman was a courtesan; how could she complain when she did well what marie had trained her to do? a low call for her lover; erzulie was left alone with the echo of its wavering notes and her own brief melancholy.