Dragoncrest Cliffs den decorating

the face that greeted him at the other end of the tunnel was not biologically sapphique's own, but for all purposes, she belonged to the tide the same as he. it was good she had been born female, val surmised -- otherwise, she may have wrestled with her lot in life.

val eased through the gap with a gentle wave of his tail, spying several trinkets at astera's feet. hi there. are these your decorations? he glanced upon each of them with interest. the carapace and shell of a dispatched hunk of coral, unusually beautiful for so drab a creature. a glittering purple stone, which reminded val of the fathomless deep. of course i will help. where is your new den, astera?