Dragoncrest Cliffs Not enough to make me drunk but just enough to make me tired

she is skippable!

emulating chacal, mireille had taken to the borders for the day. her little siblings were well guarded and she did not worry for the health of her mothers. the pack's strength made the girl feel confident, and she trotted at once to the call that came from the beach below the blackpine.
the saltchild approached, trying her best to copy erzulie's confident step and rosalyn's aloof observation. ironically, the latter was already attendant on the borders and mireille approached with a cool look.
but her curiosity grew when she saw the man, taller than her and covered with scars. it was not them that held her focus; her beloved mother had many of them! it was his thinness, and how sickly he seemed to her unpracticed eye.
the girl at his side bore deep indigo eyes that fascinated her. 
mireille was quiet. her maman had spoken and she stood alongside the ruby waiting for the strangers to answer.