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the smells of something sweet were upon her now, but not quite. dalia could sense the changes as they began to flower within her, but she noted it was not quite the same yet as it had been with her mother. when portia was in full-fledged heat, everyone for miles knew. dalia did not have the same hungers her mother described to her either. she wondered if this feeling she had now was the beginning, or merely a fluke. she wondered if she should speak to @Velen about it, he'd surely noticed... hadn't he? or @Ford -- perhaps he could give her a more blunt reading. or a suggestion. 

but it was not either of the mayfair-cairns she ran into, no. rather, a stranger. he laid upon the beach, a posture that drew the young moreau towards him. only those who truly loved the ocean would lay upon it like that -- at least, in dalia's eyes. she stopped a ways off and gave a gentle chuff, inviting herself to join him. though, of course, she wouldn't actually come unless he wished she join him.