Seaside Moors natives kneel in prayer by their caravans

the chuff alerted the little sunbeam, and her head whipped up rather suddenly. fur pricked along her spine- this was not erzulie, or rosalyn, certainly not arcelia- who was this fellow? she eyed him hesitantly and a quiet umm, slipped awkwardly from her lips. solaire stumbled slightly backward on little paws, nervous of the stranger, and not sure she could really trust him at all. her gaze flitted back to the flowers- wanting- but she was undecided whether she should remain outside.