Firestone Hot Springs but now the nightmares come again

Her features brightened with interest when Erzulie offered a word of advice. She was hungry for such things, particularly from someone who seemed as wise as her. She withdrew her paws from the water and gathered them beneath her chest, crouching like a thirsty lioness over the water's edge, the picture of an eager listener.

She wasn't sure what she was expecting, though a smile slowly crawled over her face as Erzulie's words sank into her young mind. "Lele told me to keep an eye out for 'fuckboys,'" Harps blurted without thinking, sucking in a sharp breath at her own rotten language and then coughing out a giggle despite herself. "Sorry, it just reminded me of that," Harps hastily apologized.

The yearling took a moment to gather her thoughts and form a proper reply. When she spoke, the amusement had drained from her voice; her tone was thoughtful. "Growing up with dad and Spur, it made me never want to bother with a mate." She shuddered subtly. "I want a family but not necessarily that kind of family," Harps said, thinking of marriage and children as she gazed unseeingly across the water.

Her muzzle then turned sharply back toward Erzulie. "Did that happen to you? Rushing into marriage?" she wondered astutely, her voice dropping low as if they were conspiring.