Dragoncrest Cliffs grangou

mireille had seen the other woman staring that day, the first day that the seawolves had come together since the —
she let an exhale escape her nostrils and started to shake her head, then stopped. "my maman died de way she wanted to die. an' my brot'er, he was so loyal it was like de eart' itself had created him, right from de sea."
epitaph; eulogy. mireille shut her swollen eyes. "an' mama, well. i do not be knowin' she dead. only she could not live wit'out her wife."
"i t'ink my little brot'ers live." spirited off by meerkat and njord, and she could not hate either of them for it. "but i have to find quennell."
did she?
her da chose his family. she had seen him move in service to sapphique once. it was simply the last time when his very presence was necessary that he had failed.
and failed her.
but njord would keep quennell safe. how could mireille seek him out, rout him out, only to tell him of death?
"i want to know now what you be feelin', cherub's wing. i know it be a lot."