Dragoncrest Cliffs elephants have wrinkles

meerkat spoke, and mireille found herself learning. not for the first time was she grateful over her da's wife, and hoped she would stay close. "seanmhair," she tried, a little unsteadily. but she was thankful for it, more of njord's words to learn.
yet she could not comment on erzulie and rosalyn, floored once more. "of course you'd be their granmaman!'" mireille exclaimed. raised in sapphique, bound to its shores, she found no more prejudice for meerkat beneath her breast than for anyone else outside.
"granma meemee." mireille smiled, and then gave meerkat a look of pure girlish fear. "i don't be trustin' men. how am i to do this, eh?"