Dragoncrest Cliffs siwo myèl

swoops in

sapphique bloomed with new life. some left, others came, and either way they persevered.
maleah bounced often between the sisters' dens, bringing offerings of herbs and teas to chacal while returning to assist mireille with her own babes when needed. val's added help was always welcomed. she invited the elder children of the cliffs to watch and perhaps even help her, if it interested them.
she sits beside mireille now in their downtime, observing the ailing daughter with worried, pale eyes. she would be okay, surely; she had to be.
she too finds comfort in the lilting tone of the obsidian's voice.