Nova Peak they want the drip, they want the glow

something was different. not about masque, not about the rise. not about scents or vision or 
chani didn't know. their friendliness was no different. it just — "yes. lots of babies," chani said, though somehow she was now experiencing the need to be vague.
finally her nose twitched. "why here? an' not closer to de rise?" it wasn't quite their backyard, but she knew her aunts and mother might have a different idea. perhaps that was why she felt uncomfortable now. masque being unaffiliated with the rise made her a stranger — didn't it?