Dragoncrest Cliffs your mom's an anole.

sobeille practically snatched the skull away, holding it to the light the way a jewel appraiser might hold a glinting diamond. the skull was hefty — and the fangs huge! she could not wait to see what sialuk made of it.

she wished to ignore this man entirely, but now he was an unavoidable part of sapphique - a blister on the smooth lacquer.

sobeille. she sniffed, looking down upon him. he was a male and outsider, therefore beneath her. ’ow did you get this?