Dragoncrest Cliffs having dinner in the candlelight

sobeille felt roughly around her stomach: were there shells there? seeds? was something growing?

a groan, and she spewed out another gob of stringy fluid. as she wiped her lips she saw lucette's concerned features, the soft chuff from her lips an unspoken question sobeille did not wish to answer.

she turned onto her back and stared out at the sky. lucette, sobeille announced with the gravelly tone of one gravely afflicted: i t'ink i be dyin'.