Seaside Moors Chere, mo lemmé toi

erzulie watched with cinnamon brow slightly furrowed. chacal could not say the word, it seemed, and this upset her child. the pull was present, the flesh could not follow. knowing that this was beyond the limitations of her ability to help, the harlot came forward, nosed the back of chacal's round little head.
"pa enkyetew. mo ap vini." to her knowledge all the children of the year understood and spoke pidgin and french. they also would help their sibling, as would rosalyn's guidance and knowledge of said words.
therefore while she had sympathy for the current struggle, erzulie saw an easier future for her girl, and sought to comfort her with a deep embrace.