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the more mireille spoke, the more heda tried to picture what sobo must be like now. he had always looked well, cute even, but the way he had soured toward druid and adjacently herself had not left a good impression.
then again, neither had she. and now it was almost a year later.
heda laughed, a breathless, humorless sound. thoughts of her dark mentor squeezed at her heart, stealing any amusement she might have found.
she wanted him. and if she could not have him, if god had seen fit to move them in different directions, why should she not choose someone else? and why not sobo, if he wanted?
but it was too sad to think of now, touching as it was that mireille wanted them to be so bound. 
"i'll come to sapphique. maybe — soon." she was vague, leaning forward to brush her friend with a kiss. "you could be a matchmaker, you know."