Dragoncrest Cliffs I hope you find your peace, falling on your knees, praying.

it had been years since val had been here, but the tangle was unmistakable. his heart sung to be so close! home!

he sought indra, curled nose to tail in a swath of open grasses. from here val could scent the sea on the wind. do you smell that? he ventured breathlessly into the warming spring air, eyes softly resting on the little ball of red close to his feet.

soon they would howl for his family. val’s nerves were a thousand small things buzzing up and down his spine, vibrating in his blood and pumping through his thrumming chest. to see his mamans, rosalyn and erzulie! what would their faces look like when they found their boy had returned? and what of arcelia, of clementine? would nieve remember him? would reginn be here also, ready to fondly nip him for being gone so long?

val had so many hopes — each of them trembling as they took wing along the balmy seaside air.