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

for what felt an ice age, val endured the cold state of his daughter. her moods were impossible to predict, but the glacial tones behind them easy to read. he was shocked — and then guilty — by the relief that washed him as she turned away.

he wondered if he should speak to mireille of this; of how sobeille was growing further apart from them all. and in the back of his head, he recalled another troubling thought about his daughter that he still could not bear to think too often.

oh, maman. val murmured to the grave besides him once sobeille was long gone. what did we do wrong to make such an angry child? he placed his paw upon the face of rosalyn’s grave, wishing desperately he could see her face and hear her voice just one last time.

she would have known what to do.