Dragoncrest Cliffs Mind my wicked words and tipsy topsy slurs

"li sèk," she said when sobo lifted his paw. the obsidian tossed her breath over the mud a series of times and then nodded at him. "mwen vle ou manje yon bagay epi kouche."
it had been a long and daring day for her boy. in the evening, he would be let out again to run with his siblings until nightfall came.
the cooler air seemed to dispel the stinging insects.
she kissed his forehead. "lè ou reveye, nou pral ale chache ze lanmè."