Dragoncrest Cliffs red or black, yellow, red, black, white, dirty

the evening of the long night had ended. sapphique's next generation had left for the thoughtstone as younglings, and returned just a little older.

he wondered when the hour would come for mireille's children.

a great hunt had called most of sapphique inland. val stayed at the cliffs, watching and patrolling so their scent did not wane with their sojourn. he missed the bustling activity, but knew this to be a great experience for sapphique's nestlings.

finishing a patrol that took him down the southern edge of the cliff, val paused as he came across the gravestones of sapphique's matriarchs. he wondered if the little pearl he had left was still there -- it gave him peace to think that in this cold place, the molten glint of his goldpearl might warm the souls of his departed mothers.