Dragoncrest Cliffs Fresh out of an icky gooey womb

Sobo followed the river away from Roja Den toward Mossbloom, searching for @Rosalyn.

In his mouth, the boy carried a tiny yellow daffodil. The pervasive summer heat had taken its toll, giving rise to small blooms that wilted easily. Nevertheless, Sobo carried it as if it was the most precious flower ever conceived. He pinched its drooping stalk carefully in his front teeth and walked slowly to avoid bouncing it too much.

Mami was often even more busy than manman, but Sobo hoped he might share a little of his early afternoon with her. It seemed he spent more time with Erzulie, but imprinted in his subconscious were the vestiges of his earliest memories, where Rosalyn’s presence roused him more than anyone’s. He missed her more, he thought, than Erzulie or even Njord when they were away. She was wise in a different way, and he loved to learn from her.