Seaside Moors You believe in mountains, right? Not everyone does

Quiet as a lamb, the child watched at her mother’s ears swept back; they shared peace beneath the sun’s light. Slowly did her tail begin to wag, gently brushing the ground as her glee skyrocketed. What was spoken did not yet fully register within her mind, though she suspected it was linked, somehow, to the warmth. Perhaps when she had a voice, when more could be understood, she might inquire about it. But, for the time being, her mind remained preoccupied with this moment spent with Erzulie.

Arcelia watched as the other moved away, curious. Only when she stopped with a paw placed upon a rock did the child toddle over to investigate, ears pricked and tail straight out—what was it? At first, she only sniffed the rock, although nothing seemed particularly special about it. Yet, when she mimicked maman’s actions and stepped onto it, she discovered more warmth; it was a new type, too, spread evenly across the rock. With little more hesitation, she pulled her hind paws onto it and then proceeded to lay down—which easily turned into her sprawling out, tail thumping against it whilst her eyes stared at the elder woman with a mixture of appreciation and adoration.