Dragoncrest Cliffs way she walks and the radiant glance of her face

Sobo is totally skippable, this is just an awesome opportunity to get some caregiver experience for him!

In Erzulie's wake trailed Sobo. Surely manman knew he was there behind her, following on legs quickly growing long and lean. He didn't make any real effort to hide himself. Erzulie was simply set on her task and her young son followed diligently behind, carrying a large maple leaf — nonmedicinal and utterly useless — he had picked up somewhere in a weak imitation of his dam.

They went to a place unrecognized, Erzulie with the brisk stride of an engaged physician, Sobo with a clumsier one that failed to convey much dignity. When they reached the mouth of a den, however, some instinct told Sobo to stay back. The smell of milk was rich and sweet. He found saliva pooling around the leaf in his mouth. Manman chased them away from the teat these days, but Sobo found weaning rather difficult. He missed the taste and had to swallow thickly against the smell.

Sobo whined softly, proffering his leaf for his mother to take with her bundle, if she wished. A gift from him to the den's inhabitants, paltry and pointless though it may be. It distracted him from thinking about how nice the milk must taste.