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Mireille spoke of two mothers. How lucky! Druid thought, thinking fondly of all the wonderful women in her life. One could never have too many mothers and sisters, though Druid was quite pleased with those she could call her own.

When the girl invited her to come experience the sea, Druid hesitated. She was certainly intrigued, more by Mireille than than the sea, though the thought of so much water definitely stirred her inner fisherwoman. But she had already gone quite far today.

I can’t, not today, she said regretfully, but maybe I could meet you here another day and bring one of my sisters, then all three of us can visit the sea. Would that be alright, Mireille? Druid asked, hoping dearly she hadn’t spoiled this blossoming friendship.