Dragoncrest Cliffs lwen

"a hunt. somet'in' about caribou." mireille did not know what they were. but she did not want to seem ignorant before her mothers.
she watched erzulie exchange one of those vaguely telepathic looks with rosalyn and fought the urge to roll her eyes, to sigh impatiently.
"i t'ink it would be all right. hunts go many days. how many do you plan to be gone, mireille?"
the girl struggled. "maybe a week? or ... two?" she ventured, viridian eyes shifting in anticipation to rosalyn. neither of them had said no! that was something then?