Dragoncrest Cliffs father and child

I’ll be happy to learn, Cherub’s Wing smiled. I only know the waters of lakes and rivers, but this… the ocean is not like them. The lake she had been born beside was calm without a storm’s influence and rivers were easy enough to navigate as long as you swam with the current. The sea, however, provided new challenges; it’s waves were not to be trifled with, as she had learned from her near-death experience.

A call rose then, beckoning Mireille away. Ah, the responsibilities of a leader. Of course, Obsidian. I would like that. And then she was alone.