Dragoncrest Cliffs let me tell you that I saw your boyfriend walking down the street

one of the many things that fascinated sobeille was learning of other cultures. saint was vague — but sobeille was an excellent inquisitor.

listener? she repeated, marveling at the weight that had been in saint’s words. what dat be - is dat what mother is?

as for the rest — sobeille’s identity was firmly tied to her home. she wondered what it was like to be like saint then; an untethered itinerant who only home was their own heart.

in a way, it sounded freeing.