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mireille was suddenly seized by the wild urge to ask things of him how. surely he'd — 
or else how would he know he desired her?
"yes." she waved her plume for him to follow and set off along the bluff. "not flowers, not here." that odd thing came over her again as she remembered rosalyn's words.
would he — would that man — maybe she could use bartholomew as a template when the time came.
mireille skipped away, shy. "come down. i t'ink i see kelp in de water." she herself descended the side of blackbeak, nimble as a sagittarian. not the face itself but a path hewn alongside the steep drop.