Dragoncrest Cliffs he was standing all shaky

sobeille listened with bitter longing. it hurt her heart to realize she would only know her grandmes in her dreams; it seemed a cruel twist of fate’s knife, especially that rosalyn would die the day she was born.

dat is what i want to grow up to be like. sobeille announced darkly - not realizing that in some ways she was further grown than she realized. she couldn’t claim the title of pebble anymore.

a sudden shift in topic, for sobeille had been thinking at length of how her pearl and her maman’s had been the same. eti, she started, turning her flat gaze to the healer. what your pearl be?