Dragoncrest Cliffs Let it smoulder

mireille, baleful and downcast, did not feel better because njord and meerkat were not joining them.
njord — it hurt, down to the bottom of her cracked heart, to know that she could not make herself say da again. the word melted in her mouth down to wormwood.
mireille drew a breath, knowing she must speak, but was quieted by the woman, cherub's wing of honor. she was thoughtful and detailed, leaning on an experience that made the obsidian immediately curious.
and she had only just come!
her eyes rested lightly on cherub's wing; mireille felt a singing hope.