Dragoncrest Cliffs There's a rock in my paw..?

It bode well for the pair that the woman spoke. Chacal’s gaze only slid over to the large male momentarily, to see if he might have anything to add, but it seemed the pale, violet-eyed woman spoke for both of them.

Sight-seers, it seemed. Wanderers looking for information; Sapphique had some traditions and stories only meant for the ears of family, but she saw no harm in their curiosity.

She pined for the ability to sing of Sapphique to them- but she could not risk blowing their mystique with her stuttering. Instead, she nodded quietly, and arched a brow to prompt her brother to offer whatever information he felt was fair to share.