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heda nodded, bobbing her head against the wind. "yes. i — well you know i lived on the glacier. then they moved to a mountain in the hinterlands. atautsikut." she drew a breath that emanated as a sigh, but ended as a little smile. "anyway. i met bartholomew not long after that. just — filled with anger."
recounting the events of the bypass and mahler's abandonment had not hurt so much, nor the story of druid or sequoia.
not this time. not here. "he is a good man," heda agreed, and no one but mireille would have caught the tightening along the front of her mouth, quickly evened by another grin. "and you. you're a leader now too. obsidian of sapphique. what's that like?"