Firestone Hot Springs but now the nightmares come again

She didn’t seem bothered by the yearling’s immature remark. In fact, she looked a little amused by the faux pas. Still Harps’s cheeks flushed beneath her fur, helped along by the heat wafting up from the sulfurous pool. Her eyes dropped, peering at the woman’s distorted figure beneath the water, though they flicked upward again when she introduced herself.

A giggle caught in her throat, fortunately suppressed, at Erzulie’s strange grammar. When she spoke again, the accented lilt made itself obvious where it had not been before. Harps marveled at the strange sound of it, only belatedly taking a moment to process the woman’s actual meaning. A smile curved her lips as she scooted another inch forward, her forelegs now submerged up to her ankles, toes wiggling underwater.

”I love the way you talk,” Harps said, stomach clenching again when she realized that was perhaps an odd thing to say. ”Is that weird?” the yearling added dumbly, now cringing at herself. In an effort to change the subject, she queried, ”Anyway, how come you never get to relax…?”