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chacal's singsong voice, laced as always with the sweet nature of sapphique and familiarity, did much to soothe mireille. she sagged against her sister and leaned gratefully into the gentle touch. "i hope you do not be blamin' yourself for him. he does not matter as much as he t'inks he does."
the girl was pensive a moment. why had he said those things? why had he been so defiant when told to leave? why did he feel entitled to doing anything beyond what had been chosen.
"i t'ink i am going to go very far away when it be my turn. days. maybe a week. an' den, maybe i beat him up after," she joked.
but not really.
mireille decided to release it for now, feeling much better. she turned in her sister's embrace with a smile. "how soon will you be knowin', sè?" she asked with delight and interest.
men had nothing to do with the joy of sea women when it came to new life being born on their shores.