Dragoncrest Cliffs Of moon, of sea

ajei's face once more transformed: this time with a wistful emotion sobeille could best assign as love.

what was it like to love?

she stroked the otter fur as she listened. ajei's mother sounded fierce -- and here was a product of her womb, wispy and shy as the wind. how did that work?

mebbe you grow into dat, ajei. sobeille murmured thoughtfully. she imagined she and her maman were a lot alike, but sometimes, sobeille felt a chasm she could not explain. she knew it had more to do with herself than her maman.

what a starhunter be?