Dragoncrest Cliffs having dinner in the candlelight

sobeille did not feel brave — but she brooked no protest as her maman cupped her chin and stared into her eyes. there was something about the fractured beauty in those depths that chilled sobeille — not the fever, not the aches of her bones — but the glimpse of another world she’d never visit, all housed in the brilliant colors of her maman’s observant gaze.

she pointedly shooed lucette off with another snap of her teeth, reluctantly curling in on herself as the pair trotted away. being sick was miserable business; sobeille fretfully willed herself to get better in vain — but the bile would do it’s work unseen, and soon she would be among the healthy.

for now, she turned to sleep.