Dragoncrest Cliffs sezi

mireille nodded against da njord's soft chest. she knew life. she understood in some way that it renewed itself, though she had not yet lived through every season. 
just the way the earth turned. something that would happen.
something that happened often. surely it did, as often as there was new life.
njord offered a song. the girl sniffled and pulled away with a nod. she enjoyed music, even if she was not as skilled at it as her older sister chacal had been. or was.