Dragoncrest Cliffs salt pearls

by turns mireille felt grief and then it passed; she felt anger but it lulled. her mothers would not be with her in this, but the vanguard of sisters and nieces provided her respite; they and now daughters.
chantale carried a different look than the others, no less elegant, but with a cast to her emerging details that reminded mireille of the worshipful man. thus there was reason to smile gently.
today the girl and little tousaint interacted, chantale with parted jaws, her son with shuffling little flight. mireille breathed overtop of both their small heads. "mwen pa ka tann pou ou rankontre lòt yo." to run, to frisk, to jump in the beauty of sapphique.