Dragoncrest Cliffs Sundown in the Paris of the Prairies

last time she had seen chacal, she knew that music was there.
nothing truly had changed in the girl's absence. solaire had dispersed, while arcelia remained. sapphique was still a place of women and sisters, though she thought warmly of njord. sobo and loko had been raised inside this framework.
she kissed chacal's ears and sighed. the girl's pelt told the tale of many places through scent.
"we will plant dis wherever you like," she told her daughter, beaming between the returned young face and the profile of her beloved wife.