Blackbeak Bluff prayer circle

his eyes changed. mireille felt that he must want to return home, for when he spoke again it was on the subject of the past.
she still could not picture him in any way that he was not now: quiet, soft-spoken, educational. and he was a man to boot, but without the harder edges she had come to associate with them.
"did i help you work on it today, bart'olomew?" she asked, plume stirring with a gentle wave.