Dragoncrest Cliffs granny helped me take the wise route

too close? sobeille admired chani's sense of adventure, capturing the tumbling shell with a cat's abstract interest.

further inland - to a place known to sobeille only by word alone. she had heard of that place before, and raked each memory that came to the surface of her mind for its origin.

two boys. sobeille could not inspire interest in them, not yet -- but they worshipped a goddess, and that was intriguing in of itself. it had been a pain-point to sobeille to learn in her adult life that women bent their spine to men; that men were seen as the higher power in most cultures.

mebbe we go to dem, and also dis bear pack i know of. dey worship bears. treasonous -- sobeille knew it the moment it left her lips. and yet, a liason with her pack's harbringer of death -- maybe it was meant to be. maybe this was the red ribbon that tied their bloody fates together, and such union would produce creatures neither bear nor wolf.

something far more powerful. i be t'inkn', i give dem a test. we fight til first submit. i won't lie wit' a boy that can beat me. she had thought at length about this - and the way the boy reacted to being summarily dominated by a woman would speak of his character. but one t'ing. sobeille flicked the shell back to chani, her expression woefully serious. no short boys.