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

but she did! sobeille had spent weeks parsing the stories from each sapphiqian survivor. she’d pulled from the wreckage of each account a single narrative, where pieces fell into place! every one, save for val.

and what purpose did he serve to sapphique, really? sobeille looked upon him with loathing. he was the black leech moored to a glorious ship; his rounded proboscis the lamprey’s guzzling mouth on a system too proud and too well-oiled for him to deserve tasting.

she edged a hardened shoulder his way. i do mean it. he was on the edge of the precipice behind her, standing on the graves of those who had given sapphique their all. his shadow blackened their ultimate sacrifice. he’d no right to sallow such hallowed ground.

an unwelcome thought hissed around her neck like a garrote.

what if she just gave a little push?