Ankyra Sound i pray in latin

Rosalyn watched him struggle, trying so hard to stand, and for a moment the world paused.  Everything that came up to this point, every misstep and awful truth, none of it was present.  All that existed was this, and it was perhaps one of the most singularly perfect moments she'd ever experienced.

If there was a heaven, she may have found it.

Tears pricked her eyes as the moment passed triumphant and, wobbly, he managed to take a step closer.  She was too overcome for a minute to speak, but then the spell ended.  Perfect, she said, encouraging.  Come! You will be a runner, one day.  She thought back on that to one of she and Erzulie's first meetings, their race on the sand, and again was overcome.  For gods sake, she was not used to this emotion.

She was ready to swoop in should he fall, but wished to see if he could make it all the way.  To me, little one, to me! She urged silently, cheering him on with an encouraging rumble.