Dragoncrest Cliffs Kisa ki pi lwen Sand la?

she was thinking. considering. the future was close at hand. her own was entwined elsewhere and here.
summer first, and then the fall. and then the storms of winter, and the cold snows which scoured the beach and turned the edges of the sea to ice.
but now it was warm, and the obsidian turned her mismatched eyes toward etienne. for a moment she only watched the boy, observing what it was he might be doing.