Dragoncrest Cliffs and i was extra cold

sapphique’s prize was not the coveted beach or the land they conquested and made their own; it was the free sharing of knowledge, the coven of sisterhood that only ever forged the success of their future.

to sobeille this kindness was a form of necessary altruism. she did it as much for dogfish as she did to secure her own place here.

her gaze danced past the jutting of stone and back to dogfish. the cinerous feathering of her greyed pelt. seagull eggs? she repeated, one ear forward. no. show me?