Dragoncrest Cliffs girl of your dreams, sinclair regime

i was thinking an antler! but driftwood would work o:

miette’s lips smacked. the berry had been tasty with none of the bitter tang of their last fruit meal. she was about to ask where astera had gotten them, but that thought was steamrolled by her partner-in-crime’s interest in the stick.

ya! miette swung it around excitedly, nearly beheading herself in the process. we can slice an’ dice dem up, or stick dem wit’ de pointy ends! she thrust the stick towards astera so she could have a sense of the weapon’s power. we should name it!