Dragoncrest Cliffs Polished

as their rite went on, mireille found her gaze resting more openly upon maleah. the hue of pearl was perfect for the sort of person that the woman already had showed herself to be. pride flowed upon her veins, both in their mother sea and in their companion herself.
"congratulations," mireille murmured, stepping forward to offer a soft kiss for maleah's cheek. "we welcomed you to sapphique. now de sea has welcomed you to us as well." and forevermore might she be one of their sea-cliff denizens, enshrined in peace and the absence of men who meant to change and to take.