Cerulean Cape Owl

hello!

the majesty of the coastline only soothed lestan somewhat. reverie's brother had gone, leaving her reserved and silent as the little family traveled.
they had not yet spoken of what she had said she must tell lestan, for he was too tired to hear it, too focused on getting she and blossom to the plateau.
but the arcing voice against the sky stopped him, and he glanced around the cliff-faces, seeing where a ledge of ancient stone jutted, darkening the sand with shadow. "let's rest there," he said of the overhang. "i'll — answer."
since everett had gone, lestan suspected this was riordan. he would find the man striking, larger than he, and with pale emphasis around his eyes that reminded the mayfair bitterly of arric. in comparison, he felt he was found greatly wanting. what were these things that riordan knew of reverie? "hello." his bluegold eyes were inquisitive and yet guarded. "will you be joining us?"
jealousy scudded its twisted claw against the inside of his ribcage.