Dragoncrest Cliffs bloodmother

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A call at the border greeted Sapphique today, and the seawoman was colored intrigued. A leader she was not, and yet she answers anyway with a stifled windsong before she flickers through the brush. She wished to meet the strangers along the crux of the cliffs.
Her grief seemed to now be manifesting in a reaching desire for belonging. She took a sense of pride in being able to do this once more, to have her scent swept along the borders; her cliffs, her home. She approaches with a proud tip of her chin.
Dis be Sapphique, seafoam eyes narrow not in malevolence, but curiosity. A man and a woman, and both are given a pass of inquiry. They bring what must have been a gift, and her lip curls upward. who are you? I 'ave not seen you before.