Dragoncrest Cliffs holy fire, blessed waters

boring.
it did not fit mireille's experience of the water. but maybe the lagoon was vastly different than this. the fragrances of stone and ice and evergreen on druid's pelt confirmed this.
she fought the urge to seek her companion's withers with her questing muzzle.
"not about a lot of fish. t'ere be a lot more den fish in de ocean. i know about de sea-stars. sea urchins. eels." she grinned. "some t'ings try to bite you back when you eat dem."