Dragoncrest Cliffs This sadness it comes in waves

sapphique recovered, albeit slowly.
her nephew was growing. she saw how he watched over his baby sisters as well as dedicated himself to his duties along the border. and so she drew closer with a fond expression, saying nothing as she was often quiet these days, but nudging his shoulder.
exchanging a grin with him, mireille moved off into the sea, wading until the foam touched her shoulders. here she often thought of her mother, and today was no different.