Dragoncrest Cliffs are plumes of pampas grass

mireille nodded. "she walked well, actually." but to her brother's more medical question, she only gave an apologetic shrug "dat sort of healin' be one of t'ose secrets," she surmised. "bridget moved around like it did not be bot'ering her. i showed her how to dig clams in de san'."
all at one she grew somber. she looked quietly at sobo.
"doing t'ings like dat, t'inking of home, speakin' about it — it all kept me straight until you came for me." and for that she would always love him, though mireille was beginning to outgrow girlish sentiment for more polished emotion.