Dragoncrest Cliffs Sundown in the Paris of the Prairies

"always," she said to her daughter's questioning eyes.
the three of them in an embrace now, affirming that this was a place of women.
for a long moment of awareness, filling her mind now.
eventually, they would need one of their own to inherit the seastones of this place.
the smell of lavender filled the air and she wondered, knowing it was not yet time for such a discussion.
"welcome home, chacal."