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The sea as god.
Mireille's silence is followed by a brief one of the healer's own. She be harsh an' loving, fierce an' soft; and maybe that is what drew Maleah to these waves. The beautiful faces that kneel before it, the souls it clutches in its grasp. The mighty roar, the calm trill.
It gives life. It takes it back.
She's a beautiful thing, something inside of Maleah burns and melts, something that wished she could offer more to this young woman. The grasp eases and gingerly tightens again. she's been here long before us, and will be here long after we're gone. I get it.
She wishes she could have met the mothers of Sapphique; the brother, too, all now only known by beetles and vines and spoken word. She hopes that wherever they are, they are smiling. What's your favorite memory of them? Any of them. Name one.