Dragoncrest Cliffs i might as well take a minute or two to talk about the perks

a loud whoop clapped over the cold air, a swarm of gulls taking wing in noisome flutters. sobeille turned to see dogfish’s easy lope, the near-miss of collision as she came close.

oh yes. dis one i be bringing down wit’ a single look. sobeille’s tone was dry, face severe save the twinkle in one eye.

the whale rose between them; an unshapely mountain of stilled meat and gristle. in a rare moment of empathy sobeille wondered if this being was someone’s mireille or chacal; if there was a hierarchy in that ancient order without analogue and without end. if someone mourned for their missing clan member, or if these beings were the last of a dying clade shuffling towards its eventual extinction while the world around them moved on.

do you t’ink dey ‘ave families like us?