Dragoncrest Cliffs briz sèl

"de sea gives. de sea takes," mireille added, not yet understanding what a foreshadow for her own self that would turn out to be.
the historical sound of a dusty tome opening to a dog-eared page;
in the surf they danced, they searched for shells, they laughed and played, tasting of the sea and experiencing the lap of the waves as eventually mireille and her brood retreated to the sand.