Blackbeak Bluff i am methuselah of the tribulation

a wink? how scandalous. but erzulie understood how it might be taken; she dipped her muzzle in acknowledgement of blixen's brief discomfort around engel. and it was a strange gesture to make on a mission of ambassador goodwill. "drageda." she was reminded of jarilo's inquiry, and was amused. she was a denzien of the coast; of course she would explore it. however, erzulie had not considered how far along the beach she had come until that moment.
"i am a creature of many desires; wandering is one of dem." a smile wreathed her muzzle again; she shivered momentarily against the sea-wind that crept across her dampened fur. gathering herself up, the harlot shook out her honeycream ruff and regarded blixen warmly. "what do you like to do in your alone times, fleur de sel?" she inquired, making as if to stride away from their current position; she wished the drageda girl's continued presence.