Dragoncrest Cliffs all right

Sobo visited often, sometimes bringing items from Erzulie's stores that she requested, or spending time with Rosalyn in the warming sun outside the den, or delivering a gift, or simply hovering protectively nearby. Day by day, his little siblings grew and changed. Sobo thought he would take a particular interest in Quennell, being another boy, and he determined to keep the shame of it from his little brother, but he was surprised to find he doted on them both in equal measure.

He brought with him a littleneck clam shell this time, remembering distantly how interesting the ribbing on shells like these had been to his young, exploring mouth. Sobo was no longer nervous about approaching the den; he knew if he announced himself clearly, Erzulie would not react.

He did so with a gentle growling sound, then slid down on his belly in the entrance, where he found Quennell staring out at the light. Sobo relinquished his hold on the shell and nudged it forward for his brother's inspection, licking damp salt from his lips.