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he was indulgent, charming. not for nothing did erzulie observe him again, his contemplative nature and quiet voice. having not yet considered truly her decision for the coming year, each rusalkan man was quietly added to a weighplace within her mind.
the winter would bring more opportunities for miranda to prove himself, she decided. for now, she enjoyed the easy, thoughtful nature of their discourse, and her teeth shone in a smile. "dat i would," she trilled, casting a glance toward the yearling medic who trailed after them. "it not be for everyone." she wished to ask after his packland, after the life he had led and the one for which she secretly yearned, but it was not to be. "de forest, dat way," she murmured indicating the far edge of rusalka and its shadewood sentinel, "we stayed dere during de rains. no one lives in dat place. for now. i consider it part of what we have claimed."