Blackbeak Bluff i am methuselah of the tribulation

erzulie wondered at the two sounds the other had made that were not a common tongue, but she herself held linguistic affectations of her own. and so the harlot did not inquire; a slow smile spread across her lips, until her gaze found the features of the girl once more. "far away, perhaps even across de sea," she teased in a voice edged with her own intrigue.
"and you are from de sea," erzulie went on, her eyes following the trajectory of the other's gesture. shaking rainwater from her honeycream ruff, the quartermaster wrapped her plume about her forelegs and shifted, inviting her companion to sit with her. "i be erzulie, of ironsea, down dat way along de coastline." she too motioned in the direction of home, but did not cease her gentle exploration of the girl's countenance.