Dragoncrest Cliffs he was standing all shaky

it was interesting to sobeille that etienne sighed and rubbed his temple. moreso, she found it amusing he assumed the best intentions in her question. his mind went straight to the good he would do for this child — and she suspected he wasn’t even aware of this.

the pilfering blood, it seemed, skipped etienne — but his grandmes needn’t fret. their granddaughter’s savage blood ran black as the jolly roger.

i wonder what dey would t’ink of you. sobeille mused aloud, passing her accipitrine gaze over him once more. or me. mebbe it is time saffique goes back to dat. to robbin’ an’ pilferin’.