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she barely deflected the nip aimed her way, in part because she was greedy to learn more. her trot moved in metronome to her maman’s, eyes trained hungrily on the face of her mother.

all of dem. she breathed, focused.

pirates! etienne had said the same. and here she was, hardly more than a glorified land-trotter. did her blood know? did it sing for raids and for the pound of the sea? she felt there was a piece missing always, that she was astride a world that ran parallel to the world she belonged in.

drageda, bears, and warriors. a tradition sobeille now carried in her heart like a blazing torch. she had only ever known peace in her lifetime, and like any foolhardy, naive youth, she longed to experience the taste of war; unaware that this was perhaps life’s bitterest tincture.

i want to be like dem. sobeille exhaled, feeling a tremor of pride ripple through her body to be born of such divine stock. do we have any enemies anymore, maman?