Seaside Moors echèk

"dey know." her voice was soft, wounded. they knew but they were only children, only little ones at that. she looked toward maleah with a sigh welling in her throat, then turned them inland.
the moors were more deceptive than they seemed. 
each rolling wave of grass concealed dipping terrain and small ridges that led down below sea level, then up once more, until when mireille glanced back, the ocean was far behind them.
she called out for the girls, trying to hide the sting in her eyes as the lash of the wind and not her own anguish.