Dragoncrest Cliffs ma lanmè

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The tides of Sapphique were ever-shifting, but never carried Lucette far from Lafayette; she was always near, always watching over her twin as if through a veil. Where he had been unwillingly shut of the world of spirits, she had never truly left it. Yet she remained — one of the living, but hardly among them. Reality, she often thought to herself, felt unreal.

But her dreams felt real.

She'd spoken little of them even to her twin, and not at all to the others. They would never understand.

Silently she slid into place at Lafayette's side, following his gaze to the sea. In that moment she, too, wondered at the risks and rewards of such a leap — but her own musings were fanciful, impossible. Lucette thought not of hearing but becoming: feral and unmoored and fearless on the waves. Something like a dream she'd had.