Dragoncrest Cliffs you got a boy like him, a man like me

she was not satisfied. val was bewildered as she moved off, stating something so plaintive he could not let it go without comment. sobeille, you come from sapphique -- he knew she knew her mother -- and he was fairly certain she did not care for who her father was. val understood the virtue in outside blood, but he turned his cheek to it, for thinking too long of mireille's body held under the grip of another caused a snarl of smoke in his heart.

but it was the way- irrespective of if he wanted it. and someday, his daughter would find this way -- another equally disconcerting thought to val.

she stood by the graves of her ancestors now. val frowned as she ran her paw along each stone. do you think you don't belong here, sobeille?