Dragoncrest Cliffs satyros

though she too was not truly tired, the closeness of their pelts warming the cold ground beneath them provoked a yawn. mireille pulled away to settle herself more comfortably upon the pillow of her friend.
she watched snow falling upon corsair beach and smiled. winter in the taiga was fierce and wonderful. but winter by the sea was lovely. she hoped that the snow would take druid back to something happier, for she knew the girl could not stay forever.
mireille was silent, breathing even.