Dragoncrest Cliffs bòn volonte

mireille, turned completely inward, noticed nothing of this. "seagulls be nasty t'ings." the obsidian rose and walked easily beside raelle. "it will not be easy at first; even t'ose of us born to it, we gasp the first time we be in de col' surf."
the ocean lapped invitingly up its banks, and mireille tested it with a paw before padding to ankle, then to shoulder. "only go so far as you feel comfortable, raelle," she warned, though her emerald eyes were warm.