Dragoncrest Cliffs mwen te manke ou

mireille was slowly becoming aware that only certain ones could speak so frankly with her maman. it was a half-formed, wordless conception, one into which she would not grow for some time yet. and yet she found herself leaning into it, testing the limits of what rosalyn would allow her to say.
"i will be t'ere even if she does not ask," the scarlet girl declared, freckled muzzle dimpling with a grin. 
she had not even considered the second idea.
the girl looked toward the sea, lying muzzle over paws as her beloved maman combed her fur. 
"do you t'ink sobo would want to go? he seems very attached to sapphique. i am too. i do not know if i want to leave," mireille rambled. "i am not ready. but — i want to know. does dat make sense, maman?"