Dragoncrest Cliffs soon she shall love

chacal had grown taller, erzulie realized with a start. clad in jetstone robes and cloaked with gold, she was a beautiful reminder of the lovely clan that her mothers had grown together. and she was kind, good-hearted; musical.
the notes of it now sounded in her chest; erzulie returned them with a sigh and a lick, chuffing in an amusement she did not quite feel at the tassels of white clinging to chacal. "you have been hunting, cher," the harlot said with approval. "but i wonder if i must worry about your heart." two-toned eyes searching into the gilded sheen of the girl's own.