Dragoncrest Cliffs benediksyon

there be no way t’ change dat. her maman murmured, voice instilled with quiet thought. sobeille’s mind turned to how she might make her daughters a reality — would it be so much to ask for a clutch of girls, no boys?

she could not think of a single species that birthed only daughters. her fault was in her inexperience; parthogenesis had yet to infiltrate the divine order of wolves, and the unique fabric of genetic feminity ensuring the survival of some dozen female-dominated lizard species was unknown to sobeille.

would she just be able to pluck some of their generic code for her own! she sighed, examining each thought’s careful pathways.

she found she could not agree with her maman; the thought of being carried by val or jadou or svalinn irritated sobeille greatly. it was as if a thorn or some unpleasant gristle had lodged itself between her tooth and no amount of articulating her tongue could set it loose.

mmm. she sighed, deciding then a different course of discussion. i be t’inkin’ dat i be named after sobo; a crime to be named after a man! an’ mebbe, i be namin’ my children in dat fashion also. not sobo, but de others. maman — tell me every woman you be knowin’ we come from?