Cricket Creek Bog Unless I say so, ain't your Barbie, no

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It still made Niamh feel terribly conflicted knowing that her daughter affectionately referred to the sea-wolf as 'Miss Erzulie,' as though she was as genteel and harmless as a pussy cat. It appeared, then, that Erzulie was in possession of some maternal instincts- otherwise, Niamh wouldn't have expected for her to care for a stranger's child. She always could have held Alyx as a hostage if she had seen fit to do so- though it would seem the uneasy truct they had bargained for would hold on a bit longer.

Alyx flounced off back toward the Copse, and Niamh wasn't keen on letting her out of her sight. So, with a soft sigh, she bowed her head once more to Erzulie in gratitude and respect, before she trotted off after her daughter, and this time, she would make absolutely certain that no child of hers got lost on their way home.