Dragoncrest Cliffs This Is the Only Way to Be

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grandmaman.
erzulie smiled at the younger of her daughters as mireille approached. when the girl had gone away, she turned back. chacal's lovely, exhausted face was etched with worry.
the obsidian crept deeper into the den to inspect the little girl. she was very small in comparison to the other three; even her sister was larger. 
there was a boy with a golden point upon his head, another which resembled sobo in many ways, and the third who reminded her of rosalyn. but her focus was the girl, the granddaughter of sapphique.
"your sisters nieve an' marisol an' clementine, dey all came early, an' each of dem were smaller den de ot'ers." she put her muzzle near the chest of the small girl, listening for the death-rattle that marked a newborn's breath for end.
"sometimes dey wait to eat, only for a bit," erzulie assured. she kissed her daughter's forehead. "i will tell you this: rest, chacal. i will stay here, an' every so many minutes i will try an' coax her," she offered. "if she still will not latch, den we must soak a fur wit your milk an' see if she is able to suck dat way."
she loved them all, ferociously. immediately. she could not bear the idea that any one of them would be lost.