Blacktail Deer Plateau eyes like sea glass

she gathered marisol up and did not bother to hide her sobs. "où êtes-vous allé? comment allez-vous?" she murmured, unable to keep her mother's heart from sounding. her daughter was older, yes, puppyfat carved away to reveal the budding lines of womanhood.
"it is so good to see you," the harlot went on, beaming into marisol's face. "i was not sure you would ever come home." but they had, all of them, their wanderings never removing them forever from rusalka, and she was grateful.