Moonspear on the front line, get ready for war

in an attempt to ease the racing of her mind, sobeille made inland. part of it was denfever; she was tired of screaming babies, and no longer feeling like she was the baby — all natural emotions for an elder child to experience, but unfamiliar emotional topography for sobeille none the less.

she brought to moonspear a young sea-turtle’s shell; unaware that @Sialuk may be indisposed, sobeille placed the bony husk at her feet and howled for her in a tentative voice.

this was, after all, sobeille’s first border-call.