Dragoncrest Cliffs when it's time to get ill, we'll be so ahead of time --

for a fleeting moment, val allowed himself the grace to bask in how lucky he was. how grateful he felt to be shored to mireille's great and expansive seas -- sapphique the anchor to his undulating and complicated life.

a soft breath, a softer still eye. a hunt would be lovely. as for the mothers -- perhaps this hunt would warm their belly and stoke the fires for the seasons to come. might teach our little urchins a thing or two about hunting something more complicated than clam. he joked, of course -- but the thought of a field of sapphique and the rise chasing after something as noble as a stag -- well, it stirred his heart.