Dragoncrest Cliffs girl of your dreams, sinclair regime

tomorrow?! miette's little face crinkled. dat is so far away! i want to go now! she hefted the boneflower in her mouth, feeling its weight press against her fur. a hidden energy sang from it.

astera had good reason to suggest tomorrow -- it was a few hours' climb downhill from here, and the adults would surely notice their most troublesome pair missing. miette sighed, acknowledging this with a long-suffering glance. fine -- we go tomorrow. but! we wake early. her voice dropped in a hiss. and leave at dawn.