Dragoncrest Cliffs they say we being demonic, angel in disguise

as of late, miette had noticed more than pale yellow eyes upon her.

in a way, it was deserved.

she pushed the knotted antler towards her maman, eyes solemn. dis be boneflower. me n' ahsterah found it. she allowed her maman time to inspect the moss-bloomed tines, her gaze settling somewhere towards the cliffs.

with a sigh: maman, i don' wanna be called miette anymore.

miette was someone small. she'd been too small to leave the cave -- and now, that little nickname was a cruel reminder of how she'd nearly died in that dark world. can you tell me about sobo?