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njord explained, and mireille's eyes cleared with pleasure. "it be nice to meet you, nessa," the obsidian said in welcome. her dad's vouching for the woman made it an easy sell. but she wanted to be sure, and so looked toward the woman.
"it's me an' my sister chacal, she's the tanzanite. an' sobo, our brot'er, he's de jade. our mot'ers stepped down not so long ago." or had it been? her smile was warm. "what be your strengt's, nessa? surely seafarin, like my da?"