Dragoncrest Cliffs they say we being demonic, angel in disguise

"oh? oh, no, sobeille?" mireille laughed. "you may not be borin' or chubby any longer, but you be my baby forever, hm?" and there was no getting out of that one. "come on, pet," mireille said, moving off down the strand. "i want a swim. den maybe after we go and bot'er de turtles on de ot'er side of the de bay?" the young mother suggested, eyes brilliant at the potential for mischief to be shared between she and her daughter.