Dragoncrest Cliffs of soldiers' dreams

Mireille’s feet left the ground in a splendid display of feline agility. Sobo followed her elegant arc with his eyes, which narrowed with the force of his chortling. Dat was beautiful, he snarked, dipping his head low and turning sidelong with a high wave of his red tail when she came for him.

Sobo mouthed playfully at her grappling arms and reached a limb of his own up to bat her away when she let go. He snorted at her. Yes, dat be odd! How can you be a mot’er when you still be a child dat flies at a spook? He mimicked her bristling and cried out a teasing, oh my, what a fright dat was!