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

throughout her carefully enacted theatrics, miette pinned a sly eye to her brother. did he believe her? would he fall for it?

she only made it a short distance before she plopped to the red dirt, cradling the shark tooth. the blue skies above glinted in its darkening surface; she liked how the light refracted from each jagged edge.

behind her tousaint flattened the red blades of fur. miette played indifferently with herself for a time before she made for astera’s den to stash her toy.

tonight, miette would perform her first heist.