Wheeling Gull Isle moubeda

heda was charmed by this turn of events. "mireille is one of my best friends," she said to them both once she had room to chime in. "you'd like her, caracal. she's —"
prettier better smarter worthier
"— really sweet. and she says things how they are."
heda thought of her last discussion with mireille and pinked a little beneath her pale fur. "what are the names of your brothers and sisters, etienne?" she asked, smiling at the leggy child.