Dragoncrest Cliffs Of moon, of sea

sobeille saw her guests to the edge of sapphique. it was only once the pair rounded the bend and dipped out of sight that her mask fell — and an ugliness seeped from it.

she wished ajei would stay, for herself. that light was too bright a thing to be stifled by male presence. though arrluk was good to ajei, sobeille believed she could be better.

nestling these thorny thoughts around her heart, sobeille returned to bluepeace. her satchel of bones were here. she added a new totem to it — the pearl she’d cracked alongside them as ajei and arrluk had gathered their oysters.

once again, the pearl was brown — but a sliver of deep purple split its face. sobeille believed it an omen.

she cast the first of many series of sigil-bones, deep in thought.