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mireille looked down at the innocent question of her boy. "you float because de sea chose you to be in her arms, thibault," the obsidian crooned. she sensed in the question the constant need felt by boys of the sea-cliffs: to be assured that he belonged among them.
and he did.
"listen, thibault, listen. hear her speak. she says 'do not fear me.'"