Dragoncrest Cliffs Imagination

mireille also did not know what to make of the stranger who was not a milk-giver. mama and maman provided all that she did need, though she was indeed curious.
but there was already a hard line of haughtiness forming in the redstone girl. she had seen too many days the pride with which her mothers carried themselves, not truly observant, only instinctual.
it was this sensation that sent her toddling after coraline, peering dubiously with bleary puppish eyes before the sharp scent of salt and vegetation struck her nostrils.
mireille padded alongside her sibling and stilled.