Dragoncrest Cliffs he could hardly speak.

sobeille’s ears laced back as a third — or fourth — or millionth — volley of cackles assaulted her ears. 

she raised her paw slowly, envisioning just pushing jadou’s head underground. his laughs would not be so loud if they were muffled by dirt, yeah?

she sighed and pushed away the impulse. does maman know? sobeille parroted back with a scoff, pretending to entertain this absurd notion with her eyes widening. mebbe she doesn’t. a loud gasp, then. why don’t you be goin’ off to tell her, jadou?

how very like a man to think the women around him needed informing!