Dragoncrest Cliffs vwayaje

Dey donna need ta know what a brot'er is ta show oders basic decency, he returned. Dey be old enough ta know we all be de same people, yeah? That was how he felt about it. Segregation based on sex was a concept he was somewhat familiar with — he knew fully well he and Loko would never be the ones to inherit Sapphique even if they stayed their entire lives in its borders because they were not women — but coming from others his age, and after feeling put out about his experience with their extended family, it touched a raw nerve.

I do not care what ya be sayin' ta Druid, he said, rolling the combined stone-and-shell over to the shell pile. He wanted to tell her that wolves as ugly inside as Druid was were unlikely to change. Tigers couldn't change their stripes. The other two weren't as bad as their ringleader sister, in his estimation, but no less dismissive of him simply for being a boy. He had lumped all three together, but did not forget it was Druid first.

Yes, he said, leaning back so she could see. It gets tough and stretchy when ya dry it out an' pull it, den it makes for good carryin'. See? He gingerly grabbed first one end of the kelp, then the other, and lifted up the pebbles in a precarious little pouch for her to see.