Meadowlark Prairie Codex

the lovely boy's mistake was addressing relmyna as if she were no more than a doe-eyed girl. coupled with the disrespect she felt at the actions taken by mou and maegi, the woman's soul churned cold within her. i will provide, and this time it was sithis who whispered, his voice sibilant in her awareness. if he had come forth to replace the mother's softer tones — yes
i will provide
she was wary of the man, mistrustful; all the same did relmyna curve her scarred lips in a welcoming bow. wintersbane spoke gently, but the listener heard the threat there: not a creature to be trusted. and she did not like the way the stranger questioned the northerner. he had spoken, and it was with a finality she supported.
what is your name? relmyna asked of the handsome newcomer, her mouthings deliberate and well-formed, that the other might read the message upon her lips. and why had he come; why was he so close to blackfeather? not close enough to warrant the crush of the gamma's jaws, but too close to a land recently assailed by redhawks.
i will make provision
a pause — relmyna's mind worked along the memoried contours of the darkwood, and she attempted to recall where she had placed a certain object.