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he didn’t want the tooth? miette struggled to understand. it was a totem of power - a relic of a different age, steeped in the lore of their ocean — what child would not behold it with wonder?

her features crumpled with dejection. this was worse than other times, where the blow had been a bit softer. not even his thin smile subdued the pang of rejection she felt.

miette returned the tooth to the crook of her arm. ’ow come you don’ like de things i like, toozdaint? she pinned him with a woeful look, doe eyed and mournful.