Dragoncrest Cliffs deimeika, natshana, en skaifaya

There's no contractions in it but other than that, you did great!

The slight rustle behind her is all she needs to feel the shift in the area. One ear swivels back to listen, the wind blowing with the ocean spins scents in the air and at first she can’t recognize it but after a moment, she notes the smell of her pale son. Thuringwethil does not move or offer any indication she knows he is there but when he approaches and brushes against her shoulder, she glances toward him.

“Ai nou get in,” she tells him, glancing back. For a moment the sky is empty, only the stars in the distance shining and the moon high above them. Her eyes focus, unsure whether or not to expect more, but before she has the chance to do anything else, a cluster of them shoot through the sky and fizzle off in the distance. “Skaifayas?” she adds with a slight tilt. Her rear lowers to the ground, sitting close to the boy, and simply watching the phenomenon before them.