Dragoncrest Cliffs tanpèt lannwit

the oldest of those to withstand the long night this fated evening, sobeille had been instructed beforehand to keep watch on them. her argument was thus; if the sea decided to take one of them, who was she to argue with the righteousness of the sea on this sacred night?

her gaze fell to the quivering jean-heron. if he was to be a second useless male terrified of the ocean, sobeille would not have it. pride limned her gaze to see her siblings ford the water - they may be nervous, but they were not afraid of embracing the very sea which sustained them.

shadess and the twins had already plunged gamely into the churning water. sobeille watched their receding backs and pumping legs, imagining a dark and speeding silhouette encircling them as they made for the stone.

then she turned to jean-heron with a nudge. come on, weenie. striding on confident legs sobeille turned to the churning sea, inhaling with tittering adrenaline as the first of many waves icily lapped her body.

she would see jean-heron to the other side while her family watched — that he was biologically related to her was the only thing staying her from guiding him to an ill-appointed cliff’s edge thereafter.