Dragoncrest Cliffs benediksyon

"t'ere be no way to change dat," mireille murmured, "unless you did away wid your sons." no small pain as she said it, no small dread. but they spoke of the secrets between women.
yet mireille could not condemn a boy child to die. "de men born here an' de ones loyal to us, dey teach de ot'er boys how to be. raised in your name. in your image, cherie. dey carry us, not de o'ter way aroun'."
heat chewed the mind; mireille wondered what sorts of changes her miette might amend when the pressure of that flame was upon her.