Swiftcurrent Creek curse of the black pearl

caliste's salmon pink tongue darts out to draw across her jowls, in case she missed any bits of food. she wasn't the cleanest of eaters. there was no time nor place to be demure with food when she had siblings to contend with.

ears perk and her gaze travels up to her uncle after his soft nudge to her cheek.

wi! she chirrups, finding the creole easier than common — and the word wi much more fun to say then 'yes' or it's common variants.