Dragoncrest Cliffs he could hardly speak.

they are hilarious together. new one soon?

he was so trusting! sobeille admired it as he trounced off, cheerily humming some timeless tune as he went. sobeille imagined what mireille’s response would be and cackled silently to herself, already slipping off into the tangle where he could not follow.

she occupied herself the rest of the day by counting the thinning contents of her deerskin. she wished she’d stolen that chipmunk skull from the crone! with a wistful sigh sobeille began setting them back one by one in their pouch, casting them and studying their orientation with the world around her. what did they mean, what did they say?