Dragoncrest Cliffs he was standin' all shook, couldn't even look

mireille had not forgotten the grievous slight against sobeille and against sapphique. for many days now she had remembered the last year, her time beyond the coast; how she had found the errant man. somewhere between taiga and the valley he must be.
she remembered the bypass and how she had fled to it.
swiftcurrent could not be far.
when mireille turned, however, it was with a smile for her daughter and the young woman beside her. sea-hue, summer rain over a clear bay, she intrigued the obsidian with this masculine cast. "in de soun', you say?" a prophetic place to be discovered. "i be mireille. you are a saltwolf den, not an inlander?"