Ankyra Sound holding on to the devil i know

one post for mireille <3

at the mention of her name, mireille blanched. she had been meant to arrange this meeting. she had meant to tell her mothers. the listener's power had been all she could discuss. and now — this. could it have been avoided?
"maman," she said timidly, slipping to erzulie's bristled shoulder. "i believe in de listener. she was true in de words she spoke to me." she tried to avoid the storm of her mother's eyes, and did not dare look toward the large white wolf, or anyone else.
meerkat's presence was appreciated; relief welled in the girl as she fell silent.