Dragoncrest Cliffs of soldiers' dreams

she tilted her head to and fro. "maybe later in de summer. or maybe fall would be best. i t'ink we should be aroun' when de babies are born." but mireille paused and mused. "what do you be t'inkin, sobo? i believe i would not sleep until we got t'ere. so we could go faster an' be in de moors longer."
mireille was not good at budgeting time. she lived in the present for now, compelled and drawn and satisfied by all that happened on the cliffs each day.
and it was this settlement that now was turning to restlesness. sapphique was wonderful but the world was vast. she wanted to see it.