Dragoncrest Cliffs Saturn Nights

a light chuckle followed the young seawolf's words. "je suis une sirène?" the courtesan uttered after it had passed. "perhaps i am." she turned her eyes upon the sea, remembering the great light and the collapse of the starpiece far beyond them.
the wind nipped at her. she opted not to acknowledge it, a personal challenge that had landed erzulie in sickness but more recently with a more hardened self. "what do you t'ink it was?" she inquired, gesturing in the direction it had gone.