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maleah assured; maleah spoke and mireille found herself holding to each word, to the notion that sobeille could carry forward in this way. she twined her grasp with that of the other and took slow breaths of salt air, willing the tears to only fall in quiet, for she remained proud even in this.
for a long moment the obsidian did not speak, and then when she discovered her voice once more, it came in a slow gentle sound; "not in de way ot'ers might believe," mireille answered, watching the droplet trace its way like a jewel upon the satined forehead. "in spirits. in listenin' elements. but de gods, ah. de sea be my god, maleah."
it took. it gave. bounty upon the shores, a young one swept out to currents in the next moment.
"she be harsh an' loving. fierce an' soft." the red chin tilted. "perhaps she be to what all women should aspire."
meeting the eyes of maleah in that same vying, illustrative expression.