Duskfire Glacier Rise up, ting ting, like glitter and gold

takiyok had told her what the language was called, but she could not remember it.  i do not speak your language, she says simply, averting her eyes.  i am mirabelle, she follows, the smile slowly returning to her face.  which one are you?  there were many of these white northerners, and she knew of more than one male.  but ah, this one had the same pelt as her, the same eyes.