Ankyra Sound never say that I was false of heart

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The roseling had petaled after airgetlám, and she after her; and as a gust of homecoming whisked her forth, an overdue smile came to Aurëwen's shorn face and the salt that flits within grey eyes is not simply from having lingered by the sea even for a day. The fine gleam was only furthered as corsair beheld her gem once more. Unable to envy, only a tad, for the return to her own she had never recieved. And though that had been of her own accord, an errant and wistful  What must that be like?  comes to pass.

"Eälótë needs nurturing,"  she wisped, eyes waned shut to half-moons; and momentarily Erzulie went unseen,  "Bringing her to where she has been grown is an honor."  Halfsight unveiled once more, and now she looked upon the burnished she-of-evening.  "She is enduring, and may yet shame even ze most tireless of striders."  A little lull. Then, scars knitting with almost-wonderment:  "I discovered her in ze tides of ze Stavanger, only an eve or two ago, but ... but, I cannot fathom how long she has been lost to you before then."   

But before she fell into long-windedness, the blanchard gave a genteel cant of her marred head, and so the rarity of a delight returned to the mouth as she looked upon the young Clementine.  "Of course, I am glad to have been in such company as hers."