Dragoncrest Cliffs and i was extra cold

she treated the collection of things very much like she had the altar.

she got close enough to have a good eyeful, to see everything she could of it. yet did not disturb a single thing. the antler was a good touch for a coastal home and the twilight stone reminded her of deep, dark northern lights reflecting across shimmering surfaces. something in her heart wriggled about with memories and she was quick to crush it in favor of new ones.

the red pearl, curved like that missing canine might have been.

if dogfish felt more confident in the spiritual world, she might have suggested it been moved to the sound. however it was not her pearl and nor was it her altar.

you gonna help me decorate? there is that shark smile on her face again and it beamed with a genuine excitement.