Dragoncrest Cliffs they say we being demonic, angel in disguise

there was a grin, a nod that backed sobeille's aspirations of fitting the new puppies into their carefully appointed roles. "before you know it, dey be runnin' aroun'," she assured, reaching to tousle her daughter's ears and kiss the place between their tall sprouting.
she was growing, growing, this fierce little daughter of mireille.
and deep within the saltwoman, she hoped a piece of val too was birthright to the sparkling miette of sapphique.