Dragoncrest Cliffs vouch for the poems out of my mouth

but better. sobeille finished chani’s trailing thought, feeling the kindred energy of their nascent idea thrum the pulse strings of her heart. 

her mind turned to suzu. she frowned. she did not understand - but perhaps it was because like them she recognized sapphique was only half of a whole. the rest had to be unearthed and fashioned, extracted into the startling, gilded monument it could be. 

i been learnin’ bout de pirates an’ sirens our grandmes ran wit’. sobeille shared after a thoughtful pause. sapphique is too sof’. if we make somet’in’, i want it to be standin’ de test of time.

she came to sit aside the prone chani, her eyes roving to the shadowed patch of earth below the cliff’s reach. what about de sound?