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how could sobo be so calm!
but she reminded herself, as chacal did herself, that their brother did not see njord as da. and that she was alone in her possession of a father, foreign to their ways. 
her red ears wilted; mireille did not possess the energy to present a fake appearance, not to her siblings. and so she listened to the more chacal said, where not only had njord challenged her days after the freshwater man, he had tried to wield it against him.
she knew about that bear too. how her mothers had not tried to go against it one at a time but together, and they had been willing to flee as well.
and then that njord — yes — that he had, trying to demand that the newly torn woman who fought for her life in their home should be thrown out.
for him.
the young obsidian nodded quietly, but when she raised her head it was with a seething anger in her green eyes. "maybe dey should judge him too."
hurt and hurt, that she had called him da when his first sons did not, that she had tried to love him in whatever sense of daughterliness toward a father she knew. but she knew chacal felt shame over the man that mireille had fought. for njord to take that and twist it back was not a forgiveable thing. "he cannae take sword away," she mumbled, dashing at her sudden and angry tears, "if he be t'inking it. i will not let him." but it was a girlish anger and strive for control over brothers that would grow into men and who might be like — not hers. not her brothers.