Dragoncrest Cliffs girl of your dreams, sinclair regime

the girl’s laughter echoed down seaflower. how many generations would this continue?

glancing down at the not-stick, miette marveled its gleaming edges. not so long ago those edges had seen more than just trespasser pelts — though she would not know it.

hmmm. she looked around them. pylons of sunlight cut through seaflower, transforming the glade to something idyllic. in the sun’s gleam, the stick almost resembled a bone. boneflower!