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"mm, i see," erzulie rejoined with a sage nod. "well, we cannot be havin' dat now, can we?" she blew air over his forehead and bumped his shoulder. 
the obsidian, still spry, sprang sideways next, inviting the pup to play with the age-old bow of their kind. her plume arched against the sky. erzulie mouthed the air. "pretend i be de monster," she suggested with a laugh, eyes bright.