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

sobeille was a wall of stone. val took a step back, cut down by the glittering coldness in her eyes. what prompted the teenage daughter of sapphique to act this way? surely, this had to come from somewhere other than his own inaction.

he sensed rather than saw the shadow of thought that danced across her expression. though he could not name it, he knew by intuition alone it was mercilessly dark.

another step back, tense. and sorrowed too — for sobeille’s words had been the harrow on his softened fields, his flesh rent exposed and left to crumble under the beating of her unflinching stare.

sobeille. val pleaded softly. you know that is not true.