Dragoncrest Cliffs yon sèl flè

mireille felt it must soon be time to relocate the young ones beyond the den circled by protective thorns, but today's thunderstorm steeled her nerves for another day. she had almost lost sobeille, and now was hesitant, more thorough with her choices. more anxious too, mireille supposed.
knowing val or one of her elder sisters would remain with the young ones, the obsidian wandered the strip of cliffline where the blackpines grew, watching the roil of the darkening sea as lightning bit across the sky, and a thin rain washed through sapphique.