Seaside Moors the sky is so tragically beautiful

The howl of summoning reached out to the male but not quickly enough, his presence not the first to be made; he was hardly close, far off towards the shore, but made as quick work of the land as he could. By the time he made his approach, the conversation was already well underway, Erzulie handling the stranger as well as those that came before him. He caught the end of the exchange with his arrival, hearing words of strength and plants—how the two went together, if they did, he was unsure; Aningan was not even partially versed in the handling of plants, hardly able to tell shrub from sapling.

For now, knowing nothing of the specialty presented, the Inuk moved to stand near to his Beta; the matching part to pair with his fellow alabaster statue.