Dragoncrest Cliffs vouch for the poems out of my mouth

it would have never occurred to sobeille that the longing that burned at her breast singed chani’s too. her eyes lit in knowledge of a shared kinship deeper then blood.

you be feelin’ it too, den. sobeille acknowledged, waving with a paw the gesture of closing walls.

only sobeille did not want to leave sapphique. she wanted to take it and put it under the iron forge of her steel resolve; shape it and shape it again until it resembled a blade so keen it cut the world it sat in.

i be t’inkin’ our grandmot’ers would want deire daughters to ensure deire future. their legacy’s future. the weight of her statement rested heavy in the air. sobeille turned to chani softly. where would you like to go?