Dragoncrest Cliffs near-sighted

still skippable but i had the time so i figured id throw in something for a guardian trade <3

watching this, sobeille was reminded of val and how ineffective she found him. while she came under the pretense of protecting sapphique, she was really learning: absorbing from chacal all the ways to be a mother, and all the ways that she would do things differently.

jean heron's reunion with his mother was heartfelt. sobeille could not help the knowing glance shared to tante when he asked for song; he’d been gone and her voice had traveled with him.

perhaps now, the cliffs would sing again.

svalinn’s voice murmured around them, painting a story of a dangerous undercurrent whipping chacal’s boy away from the sound. by all accounts the length svalinn went to save his son was heroic; and yet, sobeille was quick to diminish his effort on account of his — and his son’s — genders. if only they were women, their utility would be better recognized in sapphique.

but perhaps if they were women, the sea would have never sought to claim back what was hers.

satisfied that she was likely unneeded, sobeille sniffed the air between them. the salt on their fur was one and the same as the sea’s — if this was all a lie, sobeille could find no fault in it.