Blacktail Deer Plateau Maybe some things never change

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cinnamon foreleg flung round one of her mate's sinewed shoulders, the harlot stirred, came alive as dawn stained the heavens. a yawn, a blink, a small muzzy smile to see rosalyn so near; she leant forward, brushing her nose against the other. 
it was a severe topic, or perhaps it would have been, had not erzulie merely nodded. "i not be wantin' more children eit'er." simple enough, and she was relieved to know that the pirate felt the same.