Dragoncrest Cliffs are plumes of pampas grass

the girl sighed and turned to nip his own cheek in return. "i don't t'ink i will for a long time." mireille drew herself up smoothly and stretched her lengthening red limbs. "let's go down to de beach. de gulls be sayin' some'tin' is there." she pointed toward the sky and the wheeling white bodies of the great feathered birds.
slowly at first she began to trail away, and then faster as sobo joined her, until the pair were racing fleetfooted along the edge of their natal land.