Dragoncrest Cliffs dezespwa

mireille's heart pained; fluttering of birds-wings against a rainwet windowpane.
sobo spoke. she glanced to him gratefully, drawing strength from his presence, obsidian calling upon the rich green energy of jade.
she held etienne against her and nudged his ear. "hey. maybe we can bring you a shell from far down de coas.'" maybe something for all the kids.
mireille rested her chin on his head for a moment, her green eyes flicking toward sobo. 
"we'll tell de ot'ers." would chacal even want them to look? the thought was harsh.