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"a pity," mireille said, and meant it. "mo'ters be de foundation of sapphique. eternal. long-standin'. forever." but she did not judge him; her dripping paw raised to brush his shoulder and the obsidian at last pulled from the waves and trembled momentarily on the shoreline.
fatigue; a great rush of it pulled and tugged at mireille.
"but if you donnae remember her, maybe t'ere be a reason for it. sometimes de ocean — hides t'ings. perhaps those we shouldnae know or couldnae understand."
her breath colored mist in the saltwrapped air. "learn to sit beside her, even if you cannae yet abide her arms," she encouraged, a joke and an affection held there.