Blacktail Deer Plateau Maybe some things never change

a sigh of cinnamon chest. "dis place is too far from de sea, an' too close to it." rusalka had become a bitter reminder of their displacement, unwilling fugitives who all understood they could not now return to the coast, but with the salt call in their breast all the same.
"we cannot promise her that, but we can try." raleska too, and all when they were just beginning to open to aningan. 
their future must involve him as well, the harlot decided. "perhaps nieve should seek to be a scout."