Dragoncrest Cliffs slenge

it was not long before a woman of the shores joined her, and spoke, brusquely as mireille would have. the other was lovely, as if salt and nutmeg had been sifted into the color of dunes over her body.
"i'm heda, of sweetharbor," she said softly, setting down her gifts and pushing them forward in offering. "mireille and the others came to me when the bear attacked."
a girl joined them; "suzu!" heda grinned, opening her arms for a hug. "mireille has been my good friend for a while. i wanted to come and see what i could do."
while caracal was away.
a pink light lit her cheeks at that.