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Oh. Doe stared blankly at her daughter. She'd forgotten that they would talk, one day. Qilaq almost never spoke, and although Szymon's stutter had all but disappeared, he was still a solemn and largely taciturn creature. That they would speak had been a distant truth, and she was unprepared now to hear words on her daughter's lips, almost so that she did not even hear them - but Sea. She spoke of the Sea.

"Sea," Doe repeated, tail wagging as reality settled in on her. Sea, she said. "That's right, Jule - Sea." The red woman pranced deeper into the waters, wiggling with pleasure and pride at this new turn of events. "This is the Sea."

She sure was her father's daughter. Doe couldn't wait to tell her husband about their girl's first word.