Dragoncrest Cliffs of soldiers' dreams

mireille jumped and landed catlike with fur bristling in all directions as she whirled about, searching for who had shouted. "you!" she exclaimed, and ran at once for sobo, seeking to throw her red limbs around his shoulders. "why you be like dis!"
when they parted, mireille shook debris from her coat and breathed the good clean salt of the air. "i have been wit our mot'ers an' quennell an' aminthe," she laughed. "i cannot wait to become a mot'er myself, actually. is dat odd?"