Redtail Rise kouri

"de right be green, an' de left is gold." druid of rivenwood. she sounded as though she were some sort of spirit. and rivenwood. she had not heard such a word before. "i be mireille, of sapphique."
she crept forward and reached out a friendly muzzle to explore the scents on the other's coat. "did you come a long way? do you know de sea?" she asked, filled suddenly with questions. 
it would not have mattered had she known the history of mahler and her mothers; it was brief and had no bearing on this moment. she stared back into druid's lightless eye, mesmerized.