Dragoncrest Cliffs Jwèt Limyè Solèy

Etienne continued his play. Ovelry large paws slapping the dirt, and he slid along the ground. Finally, he collapsed in a heap, a gentle trill of laughter curling from his maw and he lay nestled head upon the ground, body to the side. He eyed he white bird that stared at him so prettily and lifted a paw in a gentle wave, but he didn't speak. He couldn't speak, nor could he move.