Blackbeak Bluff a riot of stars shaken from their station

friends. erzulie might have scoffed had she known the other's thought, but it was out of hurt, her pride having been wounded upon drageda's borders. helix had done nothing directly to deserve the harlot's ire, and that was why she now used the sea to heal. straightening, the wolfess regarded the other, lifting her eyes from the wound.
"if i wrap it, de kelp will only come off, i t'ink," she explained with a vague smile. "but now de risk of infection should have lowered." the two-toned gaze pulled then toward the ocean's breadth; an inhale to draw the salt air.