Seaside Moors a roiled soul is calmed anew

"i love her," erzulie breathed with a sudden passion, looking out across the moorland toward the close-by breadth of the ocean. "she calls to me. she always did." a sweet moment passed, and then she looked to raleska. "an' i believe it called to you also, girl," she said softly, gaze pointed.
"stryx told me she foun' you in a grotto," the harlot went on, a sigh swelling her flanks. "she would not say more. a credit to her." vague smile, but the invitation rested between them. erzulie was not one who pressed; she wished to preserve her relationship with raleska, whatever that entailed.