Hoshor Plains rich in the mind that's why i'm making deposits

sobeille’s dark face briefly shone with excitement. she envisioned a great tree with a cloud of red leaves, at its feet monstrous roots where wolves could climb and sit and direct their inner thoughts outward.

okay. she resolved, the briefest of tail flicks the only true tell-tale to the current of excitement under her skin. i come in de spring. sobeille promised to elder moonwoman, prizing her new nickname above all else.

sea-going-girl; an epithet sobeille carried with great honor.