Dragoncrest Cliffs are plumes of pampas grass

the wind rose and ruffled the heads of the frozen grass.
mireille flexed her toes in the rocky snow and thought of what sobo was asking. 
"blackwater," she said finally. her eyes had darkened now to the hue once worn by her unknown sire; insofar as mireille was apprised, njord was their da.
she had not spoken of the islands since returning. they had not discomfited her, not in the true sense. but her time there had left her aware that she too could be taken from her family, kept away from sapphique. and the mere conception of that was enough to cause her heart to gallop.
"their leader is not hardly older den us," she murmured. "an' she speaks wid de spirits. but in a different way. i t'ink maybe you — you knew where i was." her verdant gaze searched sobo. "maybe it be de same for you."