Dragoncrest Cliffs what? wow. so fragile.

he can’t remember the last time 
he slept without his stomach bucking;
a malcontent tossing and turning 
against his ribcage in restless torment

some days are better than others
but despite his frequent visits 
to an always full cache
cayetano’s figure keeps dwindling 

he wonders where kheviel is today;
he hopes sunning on a warm rock
dreaming little dreams of fish and sea
while warm rays drum their fingers
over her dark and radiant fur

he winces and sits down
his back resting against the supportive arch
of roja den’s granite face.