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njord was his uncle. mireille let go of the last hope she had been foolishly holding: that rhaegal was a man who might teach her how to talk to men outside sapphique.
but she was not upset, and in the next the youthful obsidian nipped toward him, hoping to encourage her relative into a playful half-run, half-spar in the sand. she had missed his expression. "i'll have you, sure. but you must tell me a story of your time at de sea," she teased, eyes glimmering good-naturedly.