Dragoncrest Cliffs some say an army of horsemen,

erzulie saw him burgeon with questions; amusement glimmered in her, warm and truthful. "each year my wife an' i have chosen fat'ers for dat year's young. it be our way; dere is not jealousy in it. dis time, only i will be making dat choice." she responded with a softness to her mismatched gaze. "dis year, you be de chosen. you have been loyal to sapphique, merlin. you committed to de sea even t'ough she was unkind dat day."
the obsidian rolled her shoulders, softly. "an' i am interested." an arch of her burnished gold brow, a delighted smirk. for her, that was reason enough. the gold and green of her eyes watched him, wondering if below her gaze he might reach a new understanding and inquire more.