Hoshor Plains tinnun ⊹

sapphique camp was rather secluded, as they tended to be in all ways and all manners. but she had not been ignorant that another had come into full-fire before her, and watched in brief curiosity how she and the man she had chosen were open in their cavorting.
a woman taking her pleasure was no reason for mireille to think anything less of what had gone on; ignorant to the traditional politics which interwove between the camps, her interest had died almost in the same moment.
mireille was far more aware of her own shifting energies; soon she would go out and find her own dalliances for a week's time, and forget the faces of the men who had indulged her when she returned home to wash in the sea.
all but one.
a small, secret smile for the thought of the aventurine alone; outwardly she was flicking her eyes over those assembled and silently recalling the names she knew. mireille stalked among them and delivered herself to a seat beside heph, noting the tightness in the moontide woman's body. "when you are ready to leave dis talk, i will go wit' you," she said in a low voice.