Dragoncrest Cliffs near-sighted

words did not come, as sobeille knew they wouldn’t. her gaze cut to the boy carved from a matrix of alabaster and copper; did he know he was perhaps to blame for the loss of sapphique’s song?

she huffed as svalinn explained their departure and the boy buried his head in his maman’s chest.

this was too emotive for her comfort. deciding she was better utilized elsewhere, sobeille returned to the borders at a stiff stalk. she laid a fresh deposit where svalinn and jean heron’s tracks crossed their invisible boundary, and then spent the next hour patrolling up and down the ridge line, her thoughts turned to tante and what cell death must have happened internally to result in the permanent loss of her voice.