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Until the other girl spoke, Jasmine was ready to take her to be something akin to a puppy lost at sea. But the strength of her voice surprised her — and so did the accent that brushed her words with the flavour of shanties and salt.

She’d heard these inflexions before. Felt at home within their foreign waves.

The girl remained cautious, but her words made Jasmine smile a wry little grin. Jasmine, she offered in exchange for Mireille’s own pretty name. Damn. I remember when I went off on dumb little adventures that had my own family worryin’, funny, to be the age where no one really worried about you anymore, y’need help? I’m out scoutin’, I’d be happy to lend a paw.