Coconut Grove whirling their wings into a blur

maman was like a ballerina when she moved with such clean and careful grace. solaire was impressed, and widened her eyes- could she learn to be so precise? sol was a good student; she listened with perked ears, and raised her golden paw when directed to do so, watching attentively as erzulie arranged the kelp along her wrist. it was... an odd, and new feeling, but not bad. she assumed it would be much worse with an open wound. when maman offered her to try, solaire waggled her hindquarters eagerly. of course! she giggled lightly, and stepped forward to the sea despite the pressure she felt. her gaze searched momentarily, and there she found one of the plants. sol tried to recall how the harlot had done it, and dashed her muzzle through the water in a quick motion. but it was not precise enough, and she came back without the plant between her jaws- huffed, and tried again. it was not nearly so clean as erzulie's, but soon she had caught her own, and beamed proudly at her mother with the stuff hanging from her muzzle.