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

I'm kind of a shitty hunter, but I figured it was something, a bleat comes from her chest that formed the abstract shape of a laugh. She glances at the little ribbed shells near Val's feet and cannot help but notice the two eggshell-dipped digits. The same as Miette; how odd. I could've brought you, like, flowers, or something.
She settles down beside him in a practiced sit and exhales sharply, timidly scooching the little fish closer to him with the nudge of a paw. Has your promotion been kind to you? I'm sure it's exciting. She thought then of her own path within Sapphique; whether she, one day, would be among the rosada. Whether she would bring Sapphique children come the turn of the season.
Chacal had mentioned it, once.
But with who?