Dragoncrest Cliffs i'm circling the drain, i'm washing out

more mothers this year, mireille had commented some weeks back. as maleah came to view with a fish held between her jaws, val wondered of her future here.

he wished for sapphique to grow and grow. the thought of his old bones resting against the stones while his grand children and great grandchildren established their legacy here filled him with a warmth sunlight could only hope to emulate.

hello, maleah. val called, setting aside the shells he'd seen left by miette outside the den. good hunting today?