Seaside Moors burnt the fire of thine eyes?

"a bunbun indeed, petit chasseur," erzulie grinned happily toward her son. and that was how she indeed thought of them, was it not? as her own. sparing a moment to encourage valravn with a teasing dart of her teeth in pretend theft, she straightened back toward their guest.
she did not agree; the loa would be asked to bless this one, to fill her days with opportunity. and in some way, erzulie wished sugar glider to carry the sea with her, but found words unable to convey such a sentiment.
"be well, healer," erzulie murmured, her blessing fully met with the gratitude she would always hold for the girl. "say goodbye, child," she urged of the jaw-full pup, though he did not think he would relinquish his hold to commit to a farewell, focused as he seemed. a wave of her tail, a silent signal of lasting approval for the young medic.