Dragoncrest Cliffs twilight stone

sobeille had escaped.

she was not a quick runner. her eyes were trained on that infinite blue -- and she was lucky, in some ways, that she managed to find a path down the beach that did not kill her.

a shape loomed in the glittering waters. sobeille was so tired. it had been a great undertaking to steal from the den and climb down the steppes. if it weren't for her dogged single-mindedness to see that blue, she would have stopped every feet or so to coo at the flowers and bugs.

but the sand was warm. when she dug her toes into it, it felt cool. a reptilian urge to burrow came over her, and unaware of astera, sobeille pancaked onto the sand with a sleepy grunt.