Dragoncrest Cliffs and nimbly, has reminded me now

"oho, pauvre huître douce! i did not mean it so cruelly," she trilled to her betrayed little son. her muzzle dipped close, and she showed him how his front teeth might be used around one spike or another, how to fit other fangs into the spired surface of the shell and lift it to be carried away.
"ou dwe dou," she entreated brave little sobo, encouraging her son back to resume his exploration of the sea's gift.
boys raised in sapphique had the particular luck of two mothers, erzulie felt, and it would serve them as men who must go out into the world.