Dragoncrest Cliffs adjassou-linguetor

there was a tunnel that ran through sapphique's territory. he'd seen both the entrance and the exit, but had been too timid to attempt moving through its entire length. the darkness, the unknown. . .

ah. anyway.

there was a stream of fresh water that burst from the rocks near the end of the tunnel, near the sea. he'd taken to drinking from it frequently; it was cool and sweet, and soothed the sting of the wounds the crab had left along his still-tender nose some days before.

lafayette lapped at it now, tail shifting slowly but happily behind him as he drank deeply. the sun was setting, and the light bathed him in vivid gold. the clouds were gathering above, but they were clear of the golden orb at this point.

it was nearly time to return to his mother's den for the night. he figured she'd worry over him if he didn't, after all.