Dragoncrest Cliffs intervention

sobeille listened for the antler’s clatter on earthstone. once it settled, she pried open one eye — anticipation drumming up the pace in her heart.

the antler’s snarled tines pointed skyward.

a pulse bounded in her temple. her stomach plummeted as if a stone dropped from the cliff’s great heights.

flat-stared, sobeille dragged her gaze to the watchful sialuk. a tic began pulsating in the muscles of her jawline.

she sensed that there was gravid weight in the air between them; it was coded in the way she breathed and the anticipatory tension of sialuk’s body. best not show her true emotions — she was stupid to even pose this question to the otherworld.

what now?