Dragoncrest Cliffs he was standing all shaky

anything that happened before sobeille was born seemed like ancient history. she eyed etienne as he reminded her he’d lived among her grandmothers. jealousy briefly curled the pit of her stomach.

sobeille would give anything to have known her ancestors. they seemed so vital, so larger than life — it was hard to reconcile their legacy with the fact they were dead longer than she’d been alive.

were dey pretty, etienne? an’ good fighters? tell me your favorite memory of dem. a hunger gleamed in sobeille’s eyes. she may not ever meet them, but she could carry the torch of their memory as long as she was alive.