Dragoncrest Cliffs avec amour

@Chacal @Mireille >:D

Home.
For weeks, the seawoman crawled through the depths of the valley. Her wounds now safely scabbed to the point where walking was no longer difficult; her stomach, still empty, lined only with fish from the riverside.
And now, finally, finally, pushing aside the tendrils of foliage that clung to her ribs, the song of the saltsea rang distantly. She thought of her mothers, of her siblings — their beautiful faces that she would soon see! Oh, how her heart swelled with the roar of that ocean.
And as her swollen feet finally hit the border, her head tips into a melodic call.
Always would she return to Sapphique. Always, always Sapphique.