Dragoncrest Cliffs vwayaje

He set the bundle down gently and clucked his tongue when two stones tumbled free anyway. Clumsy. He could not afford to be so clumsy when it was herbs he carried and someone's wellbeing on the line. All that she said made him feel a little better. Like someone was in his corner. He wasn't sure if he believed that Mireille would give up her friendships over it, but he chose to put his faith in her.

Ya do be a good sister, Mireille. De best of all sisters, he told her, lifting his head to meet her eye for a moment before averting his gaze respectfully away. It might seem to her as if he reflected the disinterest Druid and company had shown right back at them, but on the inside, Sobo was merely hurt and confused why they did not like him. He knew it was because he was not Coraline — surely they would have liked her even if she brought them no gifts — but the exact why of it still escaped him.

Why Caracal and Sphyra had been much more interested in Rosalyn, Erzulie and the sea than in him, an agemate who might be enticed to play. Now he was burned and unsure of how to make friends or if he even wanted them at all. Of course he did. Mireille's happiness with hers engendered a deep loneliness in Sobo.

His eyes glittered for a moment at the mention of treasure. What be dis treasure? but he figured she wouldn't tell. Maybe she was devising a game for him while she was away. It was just the sort of thing Mireille would do.