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mireille was not ashamed of her grief, only frustrated with herself that it seemed she could not grow beyond it. chacal's first children had known their grandmothers, but the four babes born to the obsidian never would, and nor would her future little ones.
maleah was a storm-shadow; she arrived with concern and mireille raised tearstained eyes with a small touch of affection upon her mouth.
"i be trying to commune wid dem today," she admitted in a sniffle and a self-deprecating laugh. "i wanted sobo to meet my children."