Dragoncrest Cliffs and nimbly, has reminded me now

"bon travail!" erzulie crooned to her happy boy. he had followed her instruction and was now rewarded. she wondered if he might seek to collect shells, and turned her two-toned gaze toward the beachfront for a moment. 
"èske w konnen ki kote kokiy soti?" she asked aloud, smiling at him and the pinkish curls of the ocean's gift. her tail answered him in long swishes.
it did not occur once to erzulie how the lack of a harder farther might affect her sons. njord would not lift a paw to them, but had he once, the obsidian would have disavowed him immediately.