Dragoncrest Cliffs he was standing all shaky

sobeille wondered after the order of things. did some higher power shape the things to come, or was life a bizarre string of happenings united by sheer coincidence?

was etienne shaped by his pearl, or did fate orchestrate that pearl to him based on some inward knowledge?

he offered the pearl for her to look at; it was silvery like the moon just as he’d said. and so very, very different than hers.

it was pretty. not for the first time did she wonder if a pearl was a reflection of what they were truly inside. hers had been so ugly.

eti, do you know what pearls our grandmes had?