Dragoncrest Cliffs yon sèl flè

mireille smiled at that, a curve of lips that slid to a wider, jovial grin. "dat be by design. my mot'ers came from a pack where de leadership was always allowed to be challenged. dey ended dat here in sapphique and de dahomey-rivanis have held it dat way since."
something in maleah's interest piqued mireille's own. "any woman already be havin' a claim to de lan'." her eyes flickered over the nightweave features, the set of the other's mouth. "usually we have babies to secure us once we come of age, an' raise dem here wid no unrelated man."
a brow arched, and now she truly was teasing, testing with a little sharper grin the allusions made, the fit of maleah to sapphique.