Ankyra Sound one small girl

"ta mère est là," erzulie crooned, watching fondly as little nieve basked in the warmth of the sands. such a happy child, despite her delicacy. she would grow into a strong creature all the same; of this erzulie was convinced. 
lowering her muzzle, the harlot chuffed in her daughter's direction, loping away and falling to a playbow. "to me!" she exulted, suddenly seized with the pleasure of a sudden romping playtime.