Dragoncrest Cliffs Snapdragons

it was on the tip of erzulie's tongue to ask if chacal wanted to be a mother this year.
her daughter had not evinced the want before, but these next months marked the beginning of her true foray into womanhood. silently the obsidian wondered how she might feel when the time came for chacal, or even how rosalyn would react. they had handed their daughter the reins of leadership, but to have her come into her own would remind them both of their age.
she chose not to worry, fixing her eyes upon chacal's striking features and watching how she moved closer.
"so soft. touch dem an' see," she invited. "dey should know you from de firs' day as well, chacal."
something was shifting, thorny and unseen, around njord and his bride. but erzulie did not know it. and she would not have known what to do had she felt the truth of it dawning around her.
the woman moved to investigate the kelp with its rich gift tucked inside. her smile was immediate, genuine, knowing.