Dragoncrest Cliffs mare lannwit

coraline had been robbed of moments like this.
she had her pearl now, yes, and she held it close to her heart, for it was her birthright. she was a daughter, one of the last from the mothers of sapphique.
but she hadn't gotten this. and there were two, two outsiders who got it, who got to lie before the thoughtstone. she hadn't been called for that. she never got to know if she even would have been.
she had been too selfish. she knew this. and so she decided, against the firing bitter thrum of her heart, to not do so again. she came with a curled smile, with quiet chatter in the tongue of her maman, and she settles somewhere alongside her sisters and their children.
but at some time in the late hours of the night, she weeps for the wrenching fear that the sea did not long for her in the same way she longed for it.