Dragoncrest Cliffs i'm a pale imitator of the boy in the sky

she had been dreaming, up and up toward salt-crusted clouds. one sliver of greengem eye parted as little jadou shouted for her attention. but a smile chased it thereafter, delighted despite her weary desire to get a bit more shut-eye while others watched the majority of her litter.
he was smeared with mud! daubed with foliage and leaf-litter; mireille stared at this boy of hers, and then laughed. "very pretty, jadou," the obsidian assured, drawing him closer.
"you know, kelp might be a cape for you, next time," mireille ventured, smiling at his decorated little face.