Dragoncrest Cliffs avec amour

home was changed; coraline would find it changed.
the last time mireille had seen her sister, they had been young, so young. over a year's worth of time had passed since her sibling had been swathed in bandages and held to recover.
slashes healed upon the half-known flesh. her sister was rawboned and travelworn.
inexplicably, or perhaps very understandably after all, mireille's eyes filled with tears and she stepped forward to wrap an arm around those thin shoulders, accepting the return in entirety as a soft sound escaped into coraline's hackles.