Dragoncrest Cliffs vouch for the poems out of my mouth

she’d made her way home, troubled by what she’d seen in the mainland.

a long sigh broke through the canopy, a welcome distraction from sobeille’s fraught thoughts. chani; laid on her back and deep in her own mind.

what you be t’inkin’, sobeille declared more than asked, though the upward lilt at the end of her sentence communicated an interest in whatever shadows had chani by the throat.