Dragoncrest Cliffs are plumes of pampas grass

the loa. "maman knows about dem. but she does not say a lot." her red ears came forward. "maybe de listener has some'ting like loa which speak to her." she considered. "eit'er way, sobo, dey do not come to me. only you."
she did not mind. so far as mireille knew, rosalyn did not know the loa or hear them either.
"tell me about your dreams again," she urged, fascinated and wanting to commit every detail to memory. "and what you t'ink she be if not wolf?"
it was an intriguing suggestion. what had brought it to mind?