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maman; she brought a thousand joys to tiny little mireille, and as much as a puppy of her age could reach for the sunlight of her mother's face, the child did. a coo came from her at the sound of rosalyn's voice, and then stumped auds heard the muffled note.
perhaps she was not yet ready to hear, perhaps she was consumed by the rapture of the moment.
what came from mireille was not a repetition, but the first pure high note of oui, a sound she had heard in utero and after, a sound she did not know but only came when those around her brought milk and smells with them.
a sound to answer back her pirate mother.