Dragoncrest Cliffs i know you want my thunder

sound was still new to sobeille. she wrestled with the implications of its presence in her life. each day it attenuated, broke down, reformed. today a snarl of noise outside had her whip her head around, focusing on the bright faces of two relatives she instinctively registered as her own clade members.

she rose in a toddler’s drunken way, thick legged and confident despite her assured lack of control in the world. lavender and salt laced the air as she began her climb out of the hollow. any moment now she expected her progress to be impeded, but damn if she wasn’t going to play!