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a satisfactory answer. erzulie turned aside and invited him across the borders with a single step. considering whether she might reveal why she had asked, the harlot opted not to a moment. instead her gaze skimmed across the windblessed land, and she gave a long sigh of contentment. 
"have you lived beside de ocean before?" she asked of the glacier-man, aware of his immense size alongside her own as they moved. surely he had. wintersbane held the air of someone who had lived in more places than she perhaps. and yet she did not want to pry into him, thus left open the option to speak.