Dragoncrest Cliffs mesi

the idea of returning in force to shove the man's nose into the dirt appealed to mireille on several levels, but she knew she should not entertain it for the time being. and yet the idea would take root inside her, feeding something that mireille would not understand for a long while.
"if he comes anywhere near, we kill him," she said simply. they had let him off before; not again. not a second time. she would fly his pelt outside the borders as a flag to other men who thought to dare a trespass against the women of sapphique.
her turn to smile, to warm, to feel the pleasure of the idea turning in her head. "i hope so too," the obsidian sighed. "as many as anyone ever did."
she had learned she could choose those close as well as far — she closed her eyes and drew a long draught of the beautiful air into which she had been born.