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"not at all," she said after a bray of laughter. eyes danced. "dere be bigger beasts in de sea den sharks, too." rowan was quick to help him; she admired his mannerly nature and the way he asked questions even if he did not understand the answers. "dere be whales in de salt," she grunted, dragging back a flap of thick sealskin to get at the fat. here she stopped a moment, chewed in a quiet pleasure.
"whales come in all sorts of colors, but often dey do not hunt lan' creatures. dey go after de fish. but dey come up to breathe, an' to play on de surface."
she had been a sailor once, had she not?
"seeing a whale be good luck. make a wish upon de plume of water he shoots from his head." a grin, and then she began to eat in earnest, lining her belly with as much as she might carry. the last would be borne back in her jaws.