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

a story! sobeille’s eyes lit with excitement. above all else, sobeille placed deep value in familial legacy — and a story was but a remnant of that legacy. a deep echo of some early ancestor, passed down from generation to generation like a proud secret.

individual whales taking on the shape of many; a pack of them hunting in far off waters. she could imagine the clap of their exhales as they breached the water; the rush and rustle of the sea over their long bodies, the cries of wheeling gulls above.

for a moment she closed her eyes and was transported to this distant scene; imagining through the eyes of dogfish’s grandmother what that might have looked like. how she might have felt — and she wondered if this was the same feeling she and chani felt when they witnessed the black orcas hunt seal along the coast.

tell me more stories — about your grandmaman. sobeille wanted to know why dogfish’s face had briefly turned solemn.

she moved to block the gull, but it was too late. it winged away with scolding clucks.