Sunset Valley swison

mireille could scarcely believe it when heda began to traipse down the grassy ridges toward the perfect stranger. she drew back beside druid with a dismal look, her innate haughtiness highlighted suddenly and starkly upon her crimson face.
mireille was at once aware again of the dry snow and the loud, milling, smelly beasts, and the absolute absence of the sea. she was seized by homesickness and regret for ever having left sapphique.
but she glanced at druid for comfort. if the rivenwood girl followed her sister, then mireille would pad at her flank, utterly miserable but curious despite her own self.