Dragoncrest Cliffs yon sèl flè

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she found that with maleah she did not feel so prompted to answer, to forestall. the obsidian instead offered a warm look and a sigh. 
and the knowingness squared itself, in that moment;
a flicker of eyelid, a nod, and mireille understood she did not need to speak. on impulse she brushed the other's cheek with her muzzle, and then went away at a long trot, headed for the thorny tangle and her nest tucked within.