Dragoncrest Cliffs nor her dear parents, but

in spite of her rotund sides, erzulie stood prying urchins from the side of a large stone.
reminded of her time with chacal, the obsidian smiled. these would be a good treat for @Rosalyn, the eggs held within the spiked shell. her wife did not leave her mind, warmed through with a rosy and affectionate blush.
and soon they would be mothers again.
as if in answer, the children kicked.