Dragoncrest Cliffs Gatherer

they sized one another up, taunts levied into the salt-studded breeze. sobeille’s eyes flashed knowingly in challenge.

she did something then that was more genetic memory than original maneuver. unknown to her, it was a move both her grandmother and great grandmother had made many times in their life — for the paternal side of her family hardly fought fair.

she sprung a fistful of sand at her dear brother’s face, lobbing it towards him in the same second she sprung upon him, teeth and claws gentle but ready to seize their mark. a loud war whoop sounded from her as she did so — distraction, subterfuge, intimidation— all in one smooth gesture.