Ankyra Sound i sing in greek

nieve, little but not forgotten, not overlooked; erzulie tucked her blind slumbering daughter into the crook of her arm and settled alongside scarab. her son was besotted with this new sense, his watery azure gaze settling on all things, on his sister, on his mother. a smile accompanied his small sound; with her muzzle, the harlot urged scarab look toward the denmouth, where sunlight formed a bright and pleasant glow. ever-watchful, she cast an eye over the other sleeping children before looking forward to see what the small boy would make of such brilliance.