Dragoncrest Cliffs that man to me seems equal to the gods

mireille was rather excited to leave. she had not begun a collection of any kind, preferring only to spend her time swimming where possible. and so she tagged along, nipping at one sibling or another, wending through the legs of her mamans, until erzulie bid them all take off into the new locale.
eager at once to stretch her legs and cast about, she paused beside sobo. "we make it comfy," she suggested, looking upward toward leaves, and then again toward where thick clumps of moss clung to logs.
"i be givin' you help wid dat, sobo," she offered with unusual friendliness, before her own legs began to carry her toward the mysterious shadows of the swamp.