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when astara dashed from her mother's presence, surely frightened if not also chagrined, relmyna's ears fell back against the curve of her head. it was not a lesson she had thought she would ever give, and so a sigh broke from her pale chest. and yet it was one best learned; after a beat, the woman swept the rock of tongues into her maw and trotted off to find where her nightcub had gone.