Dragoncrest Cliffs and i was extra cold

again sobeille prepares for rejection -- but once more, dogfish exceeded all expectations. she inspected the mantle with a worshipper's grave respect. and then, turning toothsome towards sobeille, asked her if she'd help decorate.

for a moment, sobeille stood digesting -- analyzing, even -- this riposte. her face, flat as ever, only briefly lifted in the ghost of a smile.

then she moved off into the back of her den that was cojoined with astera's, and for a time seemed immensely focused.

when she returned, her face was dusted with cobwebs. you pick de spot you be stayin' in. i got an idea. but without further elaboration, she returned to the back of the den and loud sounds of contents being shuffled around could be heard from the entrance.