Dragoncrest Cliffs So I wait to break

can fade here <3 <3/

rosalyn faded for a moment, but she returned. mireille pillowed her head against her mother and spent the next hour there, talking of sobo, of loko, of coraline, of herself.
of those departed, and those present.
the sun wheeled overhead and mireille felt at peace, listening to the call of gulls and the crash of the sea against her beloved cliffside.