Dragoncrest Cliffs he could hardly speak.

the boy’s tongue darted out in colubrid fashion. for a moment, sobeille looked over him in the detached manner of a entomologist observing an insect under a rock.

her muscles tensed at the invitation. it would be so easy —

but he was family. sobeille had some provisional rules in place about family.

the girl’s resolve steeled as she rose. nah. licking her lips, sobeille sauntered right past him where the rendezvous site spilled out into a trail. i got tastier things to eat.