Dragoncrest Cliffs girl of your dreams, sinclair regime

seeing her partner in crime’s form, miette’s mouth parted in excitement. shit! she fumbled as the stick fell from her jaws, reaching down for it and then hauling it against her shoulder once more.

a small, juicy berry fell from astera’s hands, pushed towards the stick-hauler and tail-thief. miette considered it with interest, remembering the funny berries they’d eaten before.

mine? she did not wait for an answer; it was pounced upon and consumed in one move. tasty!

then, she was back to the stick — which she paraded in front of astera with delight. little did miette know, there was something special about this stick- it was hard, with knotted edges and long fluted points. there was no bark upon it to be seen, and when picked up it did not feel hollow. look at dis stick! it’s heavy. and sharp! an idea came to her, transforming her dark face to something delightfully impish. we can poke trespassahs wit’ it!