Dragoncrest Cliffs avec amour

It was not maman who came to her but Mireille, and Coraline's eyes lit up all the same. In response to sister's did her own tears come, streaking pale cheeks as the embrace is returned and held for far too long. Mireille felt heavier, stronger, sturdier; the scents of strangers cling to her, a sweetness reminiscent of a time long forgotten, but beneath it all was that same child she knew last.
I be home, comes her voice, quivering and threaded with the weariness of travel. Home, and never would she be ripped from the mighty arms of it again if she had anything to do with it.
Only after a time does Coraline begrudgingly rip herself away to meet the jadestone glimmer of birthgiven gaze. are you—?