Ankyra Sound Sorry to get sentimental tonight

staying vague

she had come, only to say she could not stay.
she had returned; departure on her lips.
erzulie was filled with pain and with rage. the worst of her wounds had healed further; walking was not so difficult now, and the slashes about her face and neck delivered by drageda's blackbear had faded into more scars. but she took no notice of them, for by turns was her heart rife with bitterness, and then heavy with sorrow.
the scarred firefly wandered the sands, and though erzulie could only think of being alone, the harlot limped down to join him, lips tightening in something like a smile of greeting before her muzzle lowered to mimic what he was doing.