Dragoncrest Cliffs soon she shall love

her daughter observed, pretty eyes watchful. she was a credit to sapphique in all ways; erzulie much of rosalyn in her. rosencrantz was greatly missed, but perhaps one day she might take chacal to where the wondrous archangel had been buried, and speak of his name.
with pleasure she lapped up the couplets of salty eggs, enjoying this consistent treat offered by the ocean.
noting what her child meant to do, erzulie grinned and moved to assist her, using the edge of her muzzle to help grind the stone back up along the low sandy slope. it was slow going with one, faster with two, and at length it was readied again.
this time she stepped back, swaying her tail and giving chacal an encouraging glance. "you have dis, cher," the obsidian purled, though she would move to help if the stone should shift or become off-kilter.