Dragoncrest Cliffs Donnez-moi une suite au Ritz, je n'en veux pas

the cogs in miette's little brain churned. it could be said that none of mireille’s children were stupid; least of all tousaint. of the four of them he seemed the most with it.

for a tantalizing moment he seemed to let his guard down — and that was when miette learned the chink in tousaint’s gilded armor.

as tempting as it was to snatch the pretty thing now, miette held fast. if she was to truly win his trust, she would have to appear disinterested even in moments where it could easily be her own. in this way, miette laid the foundation of her future strategy.

she blinked owlishly as her brother snarled, a small paw brought to her chest as if assailed. i don’t be wantin’ it. she proclaimed, worming out of strike range of his bared teeth.

do you want to ‘old my toof? she pushed the fang towards her brother, the sparkle of hope and vulnerability in her eyes genuine.