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the scarlet ears were attentive and thoughtful as maleah spoke. she had seen war and known a place where men ruled, neither of which were mireille's personal experience. "i only be carin' for my brot'ers an' my nephews now. dey will be raised de proper way, an' will become proper men because of it."
something pained touched her expression. "my brot'er, sobo. he was raised here. an' he died defendin' us."
her throat clenched.
the smile maleah offered was small. mireille wanted to draw it out into the sort of expression that had lit the woman's eyes only a moment ago.
"peaceful. yes. sheltered. if it were not for how large we be, some might call us isolated." and that too, was as the obsidian preferred.