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

in truth, saint is not sure how to describe the listener to sobeille. her actual memories of her mother were implanted memories given to her by her older siblings. maybe saint remembered a flash here or there, but her and her littermates had been so small when she'd given them away.

saint's ear twitches over her blind eye and she draws in a breath, the salty sea brine tangy as it lingers like a film over her tongue. listener birthed me, she says; struggling to find the words to explain. it was a very unfamily dynamic. older siblings raised me.

listener more like title. but she knew her birth mother by no other name.