Dragoncrest Cliffs are plumes of pampas grass

He should have known they wouldn't tell Mireille how they did it, but Sobo was still disappointed. Someday he would seek out such secrets, but probably not from Blackwater. Mireille was right. The sea felt darker there, unfathomable, and he could not stand not knowing.

He had nothing more to say on the subject, only leaned forward to press his nose soothingly to her temple and place a soft, brotherly kiss on her cheek. Ya be home now, an' ya never have ta go dere again, or anywhere else if ya want. She seemed like she had enjoyed the caribou hunt, but he selfishly hoped she never went away for that long again.

Sapphique felt a little bit less like home whenever she was away.