Dragoncrest Cliffs is the fairest thing on the black earth,

It did her good, to learn more about what was important to her Maman, even if she did not fully realize yet the profound impact that this culture had on her life. The oceanside was a place to scavenge for food, to find things to play with, and a place to find treasures. The sea itself was wild and beautiful- but it was something that Chacal did not look to for answers, while it seemed as though her mothers did. And while brine ran in her veins, she could not yet perceive it, though Erzulie and Rosalyn both had begun to implant the beginning of that idea in the back of her mind, whether she was aware of it or not. The sea was a part of her life- she simply had to realize it. 

Evidence of that truth showed when her mother spoke of the flowers; they had a plan, of course, to bring some of the little purple flowers to the Cliffs, which would happen some time around when she turned a year old. She looked up at her mother then, and was relieved to hear that she had not lost that promise, with her behaviour. She was quiet still, but perhaps a bit more calm. And when her mother began to sing, she found it impossible not to soften even more, gently swaying from side to side with the tune. While she did not join in singing the words- as she figured her mother might stop when she started singing, and she did not want that to happen as Erzulie's voice was too beautiful to lose- she did hum along, creating a harmony to compliment the melody her mother sang.