Dragoncrest Cliffs they say we being demonic, angel in disguise

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any rejection sobeille intended to lodge about being a baby was stifled the moment mireille mentioned a swim and turtles; sobeille’s gaze lit as she bound excitedly alongside the sweeping strides of her maman.

oh! race you maman! sobeille announced, giving no leeway in terms of a fair heads up before she bolted down the strand, sand arcing in the air with each excited stride.

this is what sobielle would remember weeks from now, when jealousy threatened to snare her heart; this moment, when it was just a girl and her mama, and the whole wide world to be discovered.