Dragoncrest Cliffs they say we being demonic, angel in disguise

miette was home. astera was home. mireille could hardly stand to be parted from either of them, and all but followed miette from place to place, or invited her upon patrol, or along the waves; her eyes were often on the girl, and her heart fell each time she could not see her daughter.
today was no different. mireille hid this new anxiety well for now, approaching with a grin. "ah, what do you have, sobeille miette?"