Dragoncrest Cliffs we hear for you

Etienne knew he looked like Granme Erzulie and though he loved that. Part of him had wished to be more like manman or Granme Roz. Not that he didn't love the colors he bore, but they seemed plain. Manman was all golds and blacks and pretty. And Granme Roz he just loved her with his whole heart.

A flick of an ear as he thought of what to say. He wasn't well versed in talking about himself.

Granme be tellin' me 'ow to 'elp dose dat are sick and unwell and 'urt. I like to watc' de sea. 'er is beautiful in 'er c'aos. I take care of Suzu w'en 'er let me. 'er is always getttin' in trouble. he huffed quietly and frowned.

I worry you see. W'en dey new littles come I want to 'elp watc' dem, but I fear dey may be to loud for mine ears.