Seaside Moors Chere, mo lemmé toi

erzulie's ears swung forward in surprise; she stared at chacal for a long moment of blossoming delight. always, the little jackal surprising her. a flash of her teeth in a great smile. "sourit la ap vin jwenn ou." to hear the language coming from the child; the sound of home embodied in the small figure.
she had noted chacal's brief consideration; perhaps only a mother knew how to sort the woven babble of childhood. and she had faith that with practice her child wpuld be able to disentangle it further. and perhaps it would not be greatly formal, though erzulie was shocked by the layered thought that had come from chacal.
for now, she reared and struck the ground again, a little ways up from her first locale.