Dragoncrest Cliffs But what to put with my heart

mireille regarded her brother with the same sort of expression. like her he was a child of njord, but unlike her he had shed that shadow of paternity until it seemed only the salt and the beating lwa had become his father. as the sea was to her.
part of her didn't want to be here for this either. she could hardly deal if meerkat began to cry again. it was not dislike, it was the fact that mireille was already overwhelmed by what had happened, had kept happening, and the worst was still to come.
swallowing hard, she looked with love to her sister, no grudge in her emerald eyes. 
and she waited dolefully for meerkat to arrive, straightening her shoulders and trying to appear more than the disheveled, tear-stained girl she was.