Dragoncrest Cliffs you speak in sonatas going to smithereens

@Blixen

Once upon a time, Furi loved her sleep. Second only to eating, it was her favorite thing to do. When she’d been separated from her family, her sleeping became habit and out of necessity to pass the time. Being alone never much appealed to her and often left her bored and starved for attention but where she once may have sought out the need, now hesitates her next step. Eske hasn’t been much help and Étoille overs a quiet comfort no one else does. Whenever she’s within the borders of Drageda, she tries to keep close to someone if she can and if she can’t, she at least tries to stay out of the way.

It is late in the night when she wakes up, shaken by a nightmare she can’t put to words. Glancing over to one side, @Eske is still sleeping and has not noticed the disruption. Furi tries to go back to sleep but her mind wanders off and she can’t get comfortable enough and her mind has already began racing with one thought after the other. Slowly, she steps to all four feet and departs from the small clearing. She heads north to one of the highest points on the cliffs and settles in the open space with the edge a few yards away. The sound of the ocean is calming but not enough to slow down the rapid fire of her mind. 

Eventually, she rolls over on to her right shoulder, angling herself in a way she can lay down and easily look through the clear sky.

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