Dragoncrest Cliffs he was standing all shaky

for a time, sobeille was silent. the quiet stretched between them like a growing pool of dark water.

without knowing it, etienne had turned some of sobeille’s preconceived notions on their heads; now she sat, ruminating over their disorientation.

his pearl was very different than any she’d seen - and it did not match the one she’d stolen from grandme’s grave. finally, she spoke. what ‘appened to your pearl?