Dragoncrest Cliffs the sugary smell of springtime

Maman she spoke and he hardly understood. The term lost on him but the message still clear. A house of the sun had become a place for blessed births. Only to be turned into one of those bright stars when her time came. He was touched by it. A tender feeling swept over whatever mood or mind he might have been in.

She has a very important job bestowed upon her. Warmth in his deep tones. Is she out tonight?

Curious eyes swept from Ezrulie's face to the sky. It was not his business, but he did naturally wonder if this Maman might call upon this woman's children this year.