Dragoncrest Cliffs a small graceless child

"chacal," the ruby purled, returning her daughter's warm greeting. it boded well for their meeting, she thought. "de role of tanzanite fits you well." and it did: chacal had settled into it with the pride and confidence of a seawoman.
now erzulie glanced to jorunn before she went on. "we be comin' to talk to you, about de spring." she thought her eldest might assume from there, but continued all the same. "jorunn wants to be a mot'er. an' i would like dat to happen for her, wid your blessin'." now she could not keep the small smile from her face, looking between them once more.