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sweetharbor. "dat be a bonny name," mireille crowed happily, shades of njord crowding her tones. blessed day, he called it, and extended her an invitation.
"what? to come t'ere?" again she looked at the dark smudge of wheeling gull in the distance. but she was not opposed, and it showed in the resolute look of her emerald eyes. "maybe i should. my mot'ers — dey stepped down. my sister an' brother' an' i, we be leadership now."