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somehow she sensed lilia's concern, or perhaps she only projected her own motherhood's worry of being too far from home this close to the end of the pregnancy. "i will ask chacal," she said gently, and then a flash of teeth glinted in a surprised grin.
"of course," she murmured, filling with a friendly, sisterly sort of air toward the confident young girl. despite the fact that the other was not of the seacliffs, her status, her countenance, her movements of confirmation; these things made her an ally in spirit as well as name to the red obsidian.
she would talk of idle things; hunting, the lash of the ocean, how many children she thought she carried, all the while glimmering with the pleasure of good conversation.