Dragoncrest Cliffs a servant of wile-weaving aphrodite

another woman had been spending time around the family, quennell had seen it fit to make her his personal babysitter. all too eager to teeth her ears or snip at her toes. of course, if either of his mothers saw it fit to correct this he listened. only to try again later.

today was no different — not to the young boy. something important was happening but still he romped and yearned for play.

an attempt to bite the sandy limbs of the emerald was soon redirected. nudged by his crimson mother forward where a man seemed to have gifts for them.

oui, yah! he called to erzulie's words. then took off, too eager to be the center of attention. as he came upon his sister, he would nibble at her ears.

mine! quennell very greedily (but poorly) attempted to snatch both pelts presented before his sister could get one.