Dragoncrest Cliffs intervention

sobeille ignored the sinking of her heart. let it fall like a stone — what use was such a bloody organ anyway?

her gaze fell dejectedly to the antler. sialuk’s instructions and guidance were held close, and committed to memory in the manner a drought-starved plant might sop up a spate of rain. someday, this would be of use to her.

the antler’s edges pointed skyward, its tines angled to the east. sobeille’s gaze flickered from the moonwoman back to the artefact. in time, her skills would sharpen much like this antler — in time, she would wield this knowledge like a weapon.

’ow many questions can i ask of de bones?