Dragoncrest Cliffs father and child

her green eyes came to life; an easy smile glittered on her teeth for a second. "well. dis be mossbloom. behin' us be greatpine wildwood," the obsidian said, turning to gesture toward the imposing dark trees on the cliffs above mossbloom.
moving west; "de saltmarsh. cold for now, see it flower in de summer," she promised cherub's wing with a grin. 
corsair beach and mudwallow lowlands; the tangle across the lazy twist of freshwater. mireille explored the briar-sharp edges of the tangle, navigating them for cherub wing. she showed how fallrock still held a minute warmth even in the coldest of days, standing many feet taller than both their heads.
fireblood stand and bluepeace meadow, where she brought them both to rest, to watch flocks of saltbirds wheel across the field and the glintwater lake beyond. "de roja den be dat way, where de ot'ers be healin'. next to it, seaflower respite. a purple place," mireille joked. "but i have saved de bes' for last."
the tunnel to sapphique's hidden coveland.