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love, unrequited. mireille listened and thought of how meerkat had suffered, how her mothers remained inseparable even though one day they would be parted.
and she wondered if love was worth such things, the way that heda's flawless face contorted in pain. anguish, for a man.
"i cannae say i blame you, heda, for choosin' him." her voice meant to be steadying joke. "when it is my time an' i leave sapphique, i had t'ought about askin' him. but he be almost too kind, hmm?"
he had spoken with such love of his pack. mireille has no doubt that heda held great favour, standing at his side. "pick someone else. what about sobo?" she suggested wryly, bumping their shoulders together. "he be handsome — i guess." the emerald eyes searched for those of her friend, hoping she had not overstepped, hoping she had lifted heda's spirits even a little.