Dragoncrest Cliffs Fresh out of an icky gooey womb

He was going to grow up to be quite the charmer, if he kept these tricks up! She leaned down to sniff it and nodded appreciatively. It's beautiful. As if he'd brought her the finest rose. She was touched; with Erzulie, it had been a long time since she had felt less than beautiful, but reminders always hit in a way now that they may not have when she was a vain youth.

She was surprised by his question, and it took her a moment. She'd not been in any recent fights and had no fresh wounds - ah. He wished to know about her scars.

Some of these stories were not for children, but he could know a bit. She had shared the same with others of theirs, once they reached an age to understand. This place, these cliffs, were once a stronghold. And your mami was once a captive of theirs, a long time ago. They were a fierce band of warriors, but no match for your maman and I. That is how I got these. She lifted a paw to the ruined side of her face, a sight she rarely thought on. Truthfully she barely noted the blind side either... she'd learned to compensate naturally by ear and head turn.

Perhaps this could help to dress them up? She asked, touching the flower with a smile and looking at him. She'd keep her head down so that, if he wished, he could tuck the flower where he wanted.