Coconut Grove whirling their wings into a blur

"see de green leaves in de water?" erzulie asked of @Solaire, gesturing with a paw toward the surface of the shallows. here the ocean would reach her shoulder, and perhaps be too deep for her daughter, but rusalkans must learn to be within the ocean.
"dey be good for cuts an' woun's," the harlot went on, darting her jaws into the brine to resurface with a wide strip of kelp. and she was reminded suddenly of how she had hunted the seaside with her older brood; her heart ached for them, for erzulie had never forgotten their faces.

yes, mama. solaire replied neatly to the question, gazing down upon the waves, seeing the plant that pulled with the flow of the water. though solaire did not enter the waves, she watched joyfully as mama pulled out the kelp easily from the sea. do we dry out the dlo sale? the girl questioned with a cant of her golden head, ever curious, and especially eager to learn how to help, how to heal. she could not imagine salt upon a wound would feel good, even the remnants of it. of course, healing was not always a pain free process in itself... and so this was why she asked.

"se pou rapid," erzulie smiled in return. she demonstrated a practiced snap of her head, one controlled enough to keep her muzzle from flailing, but that sent the edges of the kelp shimmering into the air, where the droplets rolled off in a single motion.
"when you be bindin' someone up, after dey are hurt, you do not have time to be waitin' around for kelp to dry," she explained. "an' wet or moist kelp is de best to use. de salt stings but it helps to clean. wrap it," here she motioned for solaire to lift her paw, so that she might loosely arrange the long leaf around the tiny foot, "an' let it dry. as it dries, it will get tighter, an' hold de woun' toget'er."
erzulie kept her voice cadenced as they worked, as she demonstrated; now she rocked back upon her haunches with a grin. "you want to try?"

maman was like a ballerina when she moved with such clean and careful grace. solaire was impressed, and widened her eyes- could she learn to be so precise? sol was a good student; she listened with perked ears, and raised her golden paw when directed to do so, watching attentively as erzulie arranged the kelp along her wrist. it was... an odd, and new feeling, but not bad. she assumed it would be much worse with an open wound. when maman offered her to try, solaire waggled her hindquarters eagerly. of course! she giggled lightly, and stepped forward to the sea despite the pressure she felt. her gaze searched momentarily, and there she found one of the plants. sol tried to recall how the harlot had done it, and dashed her muzzle through the water in a quick motion. but it was not precise enough, and she came back without the plant between her jaws- huffed, and tried again. it was not nearly so clean as erzulie's, but soon she had caught her own, and beamed proudly at her mother with the stuff hanging from her muzzle.

"c'est très bien," erzulie beamed. while unrefined, that solaire had attempted such at all was impressive, and moreso that that she had even sought to emulate her mother in such a way. there was a satisfaction inside the harlot as well that her sunchild should take so kindly to this world of plants.
extending her forepaw, erzulie gestured the girl closer, indicating that she should attempt the binding as well. she did not speak again, only watched in rich and warm love the expressions of solaire.