Dragoncrest Cliffs and nimbly, has reminded me now

Boys are sweet little baby angels, thank you very much, mère!

So might Sobo have protested, if Sobo was aware of the words spoken to him and gifted with words himself. He lifted his head at the soft whishing of her voice through his ears, something akin to a hand whisked through water and heard from below. His denim blues locked onto her dark face for an instant, accompanied by a bashful boyish beam.

He had not forgotten the shell, though, and tracked her paw toward it once more. The rosy hue transfixed him again at once. Sobo stumbled forward until he could press his nose to the smooth surface of it, eyes crossing with the effort of trying to remain focused. It was cold to the touch and the alluring hue filled him with relaxation. His tail thump-thumped against his sides. For a moment, he quivered there, gentle and calm.

But he was still a boy, and Erzulie was not wrong about boys. The spell was quickly broken when he clamped his gums down on it and began to vibrate with a possessive growl, warning away siblings and generous maman alike while he attempted to drag the shell away with comical heaves of his small body.