Dragoncrest Cliffs Soeur

coraline had been quiet since their return from the plains. she stood alone and hunted alone, and she was not sure why, but a rift seemed to be rumbling between her and her sisters.
mireille's second season, and chacal her third; while coraline had not yet even felt the stirrings of nature within her. and she became envious.
it embittered her to see them brush beside each other with glowing joy. why had she not yet been granted the ability to have children of her own, or even the choice to? the clock was ticking, she felt; her youth and fertility would soon pass her by, and then no man would even approach her. again, again, coraline was a disappointment to sapphique.
was it her fault? had she not done enough? had she —
it was no matter. this was the year. it had to be.
the seafoam eyes were distant as she saunters through the brush. there was no indication of malice within the proud stance she held.