Seaside Moors although I'm itty-bitty, sittin' pretty

"maybe," but she glanced toward the cold sea now. without any forests or works of stone to break the wind, these stems would remain bent and the inhabitants scoured. whatever their grandmothers had managed, chani did not feel it was in her either.
there arose the knowing that perhaps because they had carved a life from the moorland, they did not want any to break more ground. it was claimed. she missed sapphique then, fiercely.
"do you feel anytin'?" she asked her cousin at last. spirits were in all places; did the lwa here call to sobeille as she had yet to hear?