Dragoncrest Cliffs negativity, we just dead it like d-con

mireille snickered a little and rolled a shoulder to invite him closer. her own teeth began to pluck at the vines and she wrinkled her nose. "maman always had so many kinds. all for different t'ings."
the bitter flavor filled her mouth.
desolation flickered in her spirit.
"i miss her, val." her voice hoarsened.