Dragoncrest Cliffs vwa lanmè a

twin flames, born from water into it;

a seeming paradox. yet here they were, little embers, nearly fused together as they left their mother's body as one and tumbled into a much wider, wilder space. the boy was quiet, though no one knew if that would carry on into the future—least of all him.

he knew only yearning. the struggle against his wriggling siblings to find a teat, to nurse, to grow.

and the yearning for what once was.

the world beyond mireille's embrace was cold, vast, often unforgiving.

how, then, could one fault lafayette dahomey-rivaini for his burgeoning yearning for the tides?

after all—a boy born from the water of the womb will search endlessly for that same comfort and security in the water of the sea.