Dragoncrest Cliffs bòn volonte

"it does," mireille said softly, pulling her emerald gaze away to observe raelle. the sea was second nature to her, as she hoped it would be for her children. the obsidian ducked beneath the cold salt, surfacing with streaming fur and slitted eyes some feet away, deeper in the ocean.
"i come to swim every day, like my mo'ter," mireille sighed, fighting the emotional surge that rose in her heart, her soul. "it could get you used to de water, raelle."