Ravenshook Cliffs kind of mood that you wish you could sell

"o-oh!" dalia half-gasped, half-groaned at him, "you're so dramatic! they should call you-- velen the theatric one!" her reference to their first interaction was one dalia thought about quietly to herself quite often. who could she be? she really always had thought about herself as the kind one. velen had turned into many things to her, but he was currently the theatric one. 

she padded circles around him as he played out his role, fainting to the sand and suffering one final, weary breath. she stopped her circling and began to kick sand over him hind-legs, burying him just as she'd asked. 

"hey-- come-on, you're not allowed to die on me-- i pledged myself to your subpar... rear, you can't throw in the towel yet!" the pearl stepped over him and nipped at the fur along his cheeks and muzzle lightly, urging him to get on up. her tail swung at her hocks, and a soft, not-in-any-way-shape-or-form-menacing growl rumbled in her throat.