Dragoncrest Cliffs deity of scars

mireille felt her spirit pin some of her loathing for men on this one, this supposed half-relative. he clarified but she did not apologize, for his next pronouncement floored mireille in a way that perhaps was more intense for chacal.
confusion flooded through the young obsidian, and then hurt for val. how long had they known? and why?
it would be like her mothers, to take in a boy and make him their son.
she swallowed and for the first time the anger lanced out of her boiling skin. her eyes moved to chacal, as much for interpretation as solidarity.