Dragoncrest Cliffs father and child

There was conflict in the air of Sapphique, to which the battered Cherub’s Wing had herself contributed, but Mireille would see it all cast aside during their exchange. There was nothing wrong, nothing wearied between them, and the girl felt a warmness through the chill of the air as she watched the red leader come to life right before her eyes.

It felt impolite to refuse. I’d be delighted, she beamed, rising in one swift move and shaking out her fur as she angled herself to stand at Mireille’s side. Where to first? Wing could not hide her bright and pining curiosity.