Dragoncrest Cliffs lwen

mireille's eyes widened. she had not expected either of them to relent, let alone both. "yes! of course!" she exclaimed. "dey will be happy to meet you." she glanced to erzulie and then back to rosalyn. "especially druid. she is —" mireille inhaled. "well. you will see."
she smiled and then flung herself toward the tanzanite for a hug, then erzulie. the obsidian's laughter encircled them. "you be careful, mon cher."
inexplicably, tears prickled the corners of the girl's eyes.