Dragoncrest Cliffs benediksyon

mireille’s tail brushed past her face as she tilted slender legs away. sobeille followed mutely.

her maman proposed something sobeille had always believed in her heart, but never formed into words. this world had so many facets. so many edges. it was important to know every part of them.

she knew now it was her Understanding of the world that would be carried on as her legacy. her name might die in the annals of history, but what she learned and passed onto her daughters would be their genetic blessing; a gift to ensure the future of every far reaching descendant.

maman, sobeille breathed in again, thinking how best to word the question that burned against her tongue. when you decided to have children — those children who now held the future in their teeth — ’ow did you know which man to select?