Seaside Moors and with precious and royal perfume

the kiss spurred her happy obedience onward, and she refrained from reaching out to play with the object, though she was happy to repeat seaaa, in a mumble after erzulie. when her mother finished speaking, solaire glanced hesitantly up to her before she stretched her neck out slightly- not daring to touch the touch the thing just yet, but taking a deep whiff of its scent. it smelled... salty. she didn't know what that was, of course, but immediately her face shriveled in a slightly comedic fashion, squinting her eyes at the odd smell. blue gaze moved back to her mother- what havoc did she intend to cause, bringing such a stinky thing here?