Dragoncrest Cliffs dlo nan je

mireille slid an arm around chacal's shoulders, setting her cheek against that of her lovely, exhausted, grieving sister. the men of sapphique had failed, and it was a knife in her gut that she should share blood with such a cowardly wolf.
but quen, quen was only a boy, and her brother. mireille still hoped he had left with meerkat and her husband; her eyes watered to think of him alone, wandering the wild.
she felt that she needed to find him.
there was nothing to say. mireille exhaled a long and shuddering breath. "we will put sapphique back toget'er again, chacal. an' den maybe, i can go up de beach a ways."
would he have gone to the sea? would he have gone to the forests?
the obsidian's throat ached and she spoke no more.