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mireille felt that chacal smelled of things she had always known; she knew the crimson clay at her sister's nape for she had been born onto it. 
for a long moment she only thought of chacal's bravery, that of their mothers. chacal and erzulie had been willing to give their lives for sapphique, and in the end two had been claimed.
her arms tightened around chacal, and at last she pulled away with a clenching throat and aching eyes. her emerald gaze shifted to val.
she wanted to say yes. she wanted to say no.
mireille was struck with indecision for a reason she did not know. "yes. i t'ink we should — track her as far as de bear was sick," she said slowly, tiredly, looking to her sister as she spoke.