Dragoncrest Cliffs deity of scars

mireille snorted at jorunn's explanation. her hard greenstone eyes never left the man. svalinn. she tasted the syllables and found them wanting. 
he had brought fresh meat and yet she found herself far more focused upon their familial ties. that he was relative to val dragged the man up one single rusted notch in her estimation.
val had earned his respect. this one had not.
"an' who be your maman?" mireille demanded in a harsher tone as she came to stand beside jorunn once more. she did not know him. he had proven nothing. and now he asked to squat just below the cliffs as if he owned the sacred sound.