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maleah, a new healer. mireille felt a twinge of tinny pain to consider her mother erzulie, how this had been her role. it was good then, for a woman to take up that heavy mantle once more. "oui," the obsidian answered with a low exhale. "i be mireille, an' my children number four, thank you. thibault, sobeille, tousaint, an' chantale."
her eyes were curious toward the darkfurred woman but for now mireille asked nothing else of her own curiosity. simply, the rote; "how be you settlin' in sapphique?" a kind, vapid inquiry, but women learned swiftly how to communicate outside the spoken word.