Dragoncrest Cliffs Freshet

mireille knew, and she accepted. it pleased her to know that chacal had chosen svalinn and that she had chosen val; both of them had proven themselves time and again to sapphique, and the proud stride of golden legs proclaimed that now.
ignoring the misting spray, mireille trotted along the beach, bringing wide leaves of kelp wrapped around quivering piles of orange eggs scooped from urchin ovaries.
"you are beautiful, sister," the obsidian murmured, tucking her cheek against that of her sister for a close-eyed inhale of relief. mireille had never doubted the sea or chacal, or svalinn for that matter, but nature could be fickle.
now she looked down with deepened love over the babies who would one day soon know her as matant. sapphique thrived again, and she included svalinn warmly in her gaze.
mireille would linger only a short while. her own vigil would end when another arrived, but for now she sang out into the sea's presence, celebrating the birth of the newest little pebbles and the mother's strength who had brought them earthside.