Dragoncrest Cliffs and nimbly, has reminded me now

His mother was kind and gentle with him in spite of his sensitivity. Two mothers would serve him well, indeed, but also hinder him in a way. No man would demand that he toughen himself up, for Njord was not the sort to push his boys in that way. Sobo would learn the hard way how to be a man, and hopefully become one worthy of Sapphique, as so many before failed to be.

He watched with great interest the way she handled the shell as though no spikes existed to press into her gums. Sobo was not so elegant about it, but he eventually managed to fit in his mouth with a stub resting against his palate, tiny fangs hooked around the rim, and then he was able to hoist it up, staggering in place while he steadied himself.

In his eyes now shone excitement and pride where betrayal flashed before. These, he turned up to his mother with a broad grin around the shell, whipping his tail in a frenzy.