Firefly Glen [PHE] Skipping stone

chani stared at ujurak, not comprehending their miscommunication. "no," she began again. "i mean trade, like you said. between you an' ot'ers. for instance," she said with more antipation, "i have never been to kvarsheim. an' i do not know if you have been to de sea. so — i would bring you dried octopus meat."
settling, she adjusted her ivycrown — again! — and smiled toward him. "now you. what would you trade for octopus from sapphique?" she teased a little. "an' no. well. i have not seen dem trade. very proud."
and they did not care so much for men, save for those packborn or loyal males upon the coastal cliffs. such things had not manifested in chani as sharply as they might have; it was more a gentle assurance she bore within herself that women were superior. no need to argue her truth.
but what would her mother or auntie think of her now, speaking boldly of trade with a boy bearing pretty eyes?
what would sobeille think?
"you said you have anot'er brot'er? where did he go?"