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the kiss was soft, shy; it sent a razoring of icefire though mireille, along with a mingled surprise in her enjoyment. thus far, the only one she had touched with any such intentions had been val, and she weighed her quiet relationship with him against this new path opening for herself and maleah.
mireille had always been fiercely independent. her possession of him, her ways of entering the world alone during her seasons — all these things were thought of as she sought maleah again, letting their touches linger, mingle.
"do not be worried," the obsidian whispered. "you did well." the emerald eyes glowed then, alight with pleasure.