Dragoncrest Cliffs the red

dey be like spirits. sobeille explained, motioning to the air around them. she turned an ear towards the wind that whistled between columns of thin trees against the cliff. dey be good or bad, dependin’.

she inches closer to where the cliff dropped off, presenting a vista of endless blue sea as far as one could look. some of dem even eat babbies, if de babbies be real bad…