Dragoncrest Cliffs he was standing all shaky

sobeille wished she knew her grandme’s faces - their pearls - their hopes and dreams. instead she knew only the smallest part of their legacy.

she hid her disappointment, though it was not directed towards etienne. what questions would you ask dem now? she wondered aloud, considering if this would be something her sigil-bones could do. while she felt at times there was a spiritual charge to them that guided how they fell, she also wondered bitterly if she was just a fool playing with some dead thing’s bones.