Shy Deer Steppes trying to figure out this life

"what're yew 'ollerin' for then, lass?"
maggie's voice was strident and teasing as she drew forward. akashingo was growing. her bawd had made another recent acquisition to their numbers, a stringy, scared-looking thing. no doubt once she'd been fed till fat and spoiled by daily flower-baths, phayrow would induct her into their ranks.
this girl was young, far too young to be of any use to the mesa. too young, further, to be far away from parents. maggie sniffed but did not recognize anything about the girl.
perhaps the lord might be pleased if the beauty fetched a lady's-maid for satsu. "oi'm maggie. what's yer damage?"