Dragoncrest Cliffs One still on the vine

coraline was delighted by the girl's words and the melodic way she spoke them, mouth blossoming into a smile as she listened. shells! i be collectin' shells sometimes too. de blue ones are my favorites, the words seemed to burst from her, only to stop abruptly. her smile turned shy. i would love to search for dem wit you.

she peered more closely at the mess of ocean debris, pushing some kelp aside with her paw. i be coraline, the sea-girl added after a moment, reaching down to pluck a broken half of shell from the sand where the kelp had been. she struggled to pry it away, deep as it was, but the result was worth it: the inside of the shell was alive with color, blue-green dappling shot through with silver and purple. immediately she showed the finding to chacal, offering it freely to the older girl. coraline spent much of her time on the beach, collecting various treasures; there were plenty, she felt, and all the wolves of sapphique were equally entitled to them.