Dragoncrest Cliffs i'm meaner than my demons

thanks for joining! also i assumed that eske eventually noticed sere — let me know if you want me to change it & i gladly will. :-)

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Eske had settled well into Dragoncrest Cliffs, though it was vastly different than her birth territory. She missed the volcanic dragon but like much had become in her life over the course of the month it was a memory of the past. It was likely inhabitable and her home was with Drageda not the territory that they claimed. The sea brought with it a tangy contrast of smells, salty and heavy. Different than the scent of smoke and ash that she had been baptized in and raised around. A scent gave Eske pause and her steps ceased, her head bowing to the scent markers to investigate. She drew in the scent, satisfied that it reeked of fox and not another wolf. Though the rancid smell of the fox wandering around Drageda brought back a memory, one that she had looked back upon fondly and now it was twisted with a stab of bitterness. For a moment, Eske lingered, having recalled the time Freyja and her had chased a fox from Sleeping Dragon. It had been after they had begun to bond as sisters, as Eske had begun to mature and put aside her jealous rivalry with her silvern sister. Now …it didn’t much matter. Freyja was no where to be seen and Eske was left to assume that all of her siblings were deserters. Traitors.

Her attention was drawn, the pin prickle of eyes upon her back gave to the bristle of the warrior princess’ hackles. Her head snapped to the side to fix the fawn woman (girl?) in a sharp glare, the Gona’s upper lip curling back slightly. She did not know her, nor did she recognize her scent. She faintly smelled the newer Kru member, the ebony one that talked too much when dealing with trespassers (in Eske’s opinion), and of Heda. It is what keeps Eske from attacking, her muscles taunt but still. She is new, Eske is left to assume not knowing the other female’s past and connections. “Chon yu bilaik? Chomouda yu ste mafta ai?” Eske demanded of the stranger, unsure if the other spoke Trigedasleng, ready to translate in case she did not. Eske’d always considered it her native tongue and it was easy for her to slip into it even when she didn’t mean to. In this case, however, she meant to but was ready to resolve herself to translating should it be necessary.

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