Dragoncrest Cliffs Polished

the days passed in the hum of insects, the growing of children, the warm sand of their bay, the whisper of women, almost all related at this point. maleah felt like family, somehow, not only by way of her femininity but her involvement with the little ones.
her bright eyes pleased mireille when the woman came to join she and her sister. a lazy grin flickered across her face; she murmured, "you look well."
and waited now for her sister to speak with singing voice and the steadying tones she had come to regard as sapphique's backbone.