Blacktail Deer Plateau and listens raptly to your lilting voice

at her mother's greeting, a smile spreads across her features in answer. it does not seem right to share her homeboy troubles, not when her mother has very obviously called her here for a reason. a moment more, and erzulie reveals a mission; clem's auds press forward in sharp interest, already moving to quell whispered anxieties that promise she'll fail, surely. "ok," she responds, voice light and glad despite. "what would you want me to do, mama?"