Dragoncrest Cliffs orchid breathing

Meerkat said nothing to refute or confirm his suspicions. She said nothing at all, which made Sobo feel a little better and a little worse all at the same time. It meant she was listening to him, a credit he was willing to give. He worried that he was right. After all, Sobo belonged to Rosalyn and Erzulie. It was not wrong for Njord to see this, to know his place as da was more of a consolation prize than a real relationship, and want more for his life.

Sobo just wanted his father. His mothers were enough, of course they were! He loved them both fiercely. But they were not a father. They could not help Sobo find his place in Sapphique for they did not know what it was to be a man upon cliffs where women ruled. Njord did.

Crunch! went the stick. He had bit down too hard again. Sobo flung it away from himself off into the trees with a new scowl. Admittedly, some of his attitude toward Meerkat had more to do with his own mood than anything she or Njord had done, something she might pick up on with this display of impatience. Zanmi, he repeated. It means friend.