Dragoncrest Cliffs twilight stone

sobeille was seized from one shoulder to another; she patently endured the kisses of her mother, not understanding what all the fuss was about. transported neatly under the strong crook of her maman’s arms, sobeille sulked. this baby jail was too strong!

she gave one or two half hearted kicks as she sized up suzu. why was she hunched in the sand, was that milk dribbling from her mouth? sobeille’s little brow scrunched, first in confusion and then territoriality. 

her attentions turned to the focus of maman’s interest: astera. sobeille stilled, trying to lull maman into a false sense of security. her plan lacked longevity — it was only a moment later that she unsuccessfully squirmed from her captor bonds, little grubby paws reaching for astera with a high squeal of need.