Dragoncrest Cliffs no other mind

she'd come back at last, ravished and smelling sweetly of seawater. however, chani had not thought to brush away her fragrant tracks nor truly take the time to cleanse herself. she found she enjoyed the scent of the men still lingering; it reminded her she was one of the saltwomen from the epics of her own history, ready to take her place as soldier-maman upon their proud cliffs.
flinging sounds lifted her ears as she reentered sapphique and began painting herself in its fragrances once more, brushing saltpine to her nape, corsair's frozen dirt to her belly; she found the fresh tracks of tousaint and grinned wryly, following them along until she found her cousin focused at a rather unpatrolling pastime.
for a moment chani only watched his current throw arc and pass through the tree's embrace.