Seaside Moors Light

Chacal listened quietly to her mother's words, gazing out toward the ocean in the distance, its whisper vague and far away, but still ever-present as a hushed lullaby throughout her days and nights. Two words were wpoken that she recognized- mère and Rosalyn were both connected in her mind, and caused her to prick her soft little ears, though the tips remained folded against her brow. Erzulie was talking about her mother- and with affection. She had no idea what the rest of the words meant, but she knew that she was hearing a story that Erzulie enjoyed telling. 

So in response, to urge her mother to keep telling her more with her gentle language, she shuffled herself closer, leaning into Erzulie's side and tucking herself against her mother's leg. She gazed up at her, eyes sparkling with curiosity.