Dragoncrest Cliffs Flotsam

mireille wondered what njord meant when he talked about how meerkat had come to discover what she didn't want. otherwise, the story her da told was picturesque, even if it she still found the arrangement foreign in conception to herself.
she was growing restless; she wanted to walk the shoreline alone and think of all that had been talked about. "i see de way dat you love her, da. an' de way she be lovin' you back." her eyes were soft. "it be a love story."
the young obsidian stretched and smiled. "t'ank you. i always be knowin' where to find good advice."