Hoshor Plains Gentle Girl, Gentle Step

sobeille sensed the girl’s shoulders soften, the soft sigh of tension fleeing her body.

something in the mainlander’s manner of speech tickled sobeille; the phrasing of her sentence structure was delightfully different than the lilting staccato of the cliffs.

husbands and wives? sobeille’s golden gaze lifted in intrigue. what dat be like? an’ what do you mainlanders be eatin’ all de time, is it always bison? ‘ave you seen de sea? and why are your men so loud an’ shameless? sobeille could not help the deluge of questions that poured from her mouth — ajei’s world was so different than hers, she drank from its novelty in deep and insatiable interest.