Sunset Valley swison

heda was the child in school who was rather loathed for asking lengthy questions during class. mireille was not annoyed, per se, but the longer that they all stood in the snow talking of nyra and cougars and luck, the colder the sea-girl felt herself growing.
"my maman rosalyn be havin' quite a few scars herself," she contributed. "i t'ink t'ere be a story behind all of dem." her teeth chattered. she quieted and pressed closer to druid. 
it was all well and good, but she wanted shelter and to be away from the herds, the strangers, even the very intriguing nyra. mireille stepped forward, hoping to indicate to them all that they should keep moving.