Dragoncrest Cliffs granny helped me take the wise route

well studied in the ways of other people’s emotions, sobeille noticed a strange shift in chani she could not name. her gaze followed the arcing shell, a precursor to the flying change in topic.

dat sounds interesting. did you touch dem? she nearly asked — but chani had already risen and moved out in a lengthy trot.

sobeille followed behind, her mind wandering as she eased into the physical, trying work of a long gallop and hard swim. these things were soothing to her mind, and often rounded out the sharp edges of her splintered thoughts.