Dragoncrest Cliffs I’ve become uncertain in a cosmic way

mireille took chacal's touch gratefully, listening to her sister speak in her singing voice. for once the young obsidian was pleased that their talk had turned to business. requiem's fate still reverberated in the back of her head but for now she focused on her siblings.
chacal was speaking of sacrarium, a pack which asked much but offered little in return. she frowned a bit, thinking this unacceptable.
sobo spoke then, and her emerald eyes followed him. she too sat.
chacal answered, and mireille nodded. "i want access to dere shared lands, to look for herbs." it was a brash and bold ask, one that was not easily satisfied. but why not, if sapphique had already given so much? "an' if not dat, den dey should join us in a hunt, enough to feed us bot' for a time."
she too thought of rosalyn.