Dragoncrest Cliffs i like the sprinter better.

sobeille waited patiently for cayetano to dust himself off, and rise from the sand. her gaze fell to the flopped fin, then back to his insufferable face.

for a stupid man, she supposed he wasn’t as dumb as his pep talks would lead one to believe. now that she thought of it, there wasn’t a single man in sapphique she had a high opinion of.

the catch, sobeille announced, pushing the sand-encrusted fish the slate’s way. be another bone.