Dragoncrest Cliffs no other mind

He clicked his teeth together when the pebble deflected off the frozen limb with a hollow clunk. It dropped into brown, dry bushes that rattled, only to shake a moment later as Chani approached. 

For all their beauty, the women of Sapphique certainly didn’t mind looking, and smelling, at least a little bit rustic. Chani, like any young woman, might yet need to learn how much perfume was too much, in Tousaint’s eyes.

He motioned to the tree with his chin. You t’ink you can do better? He invited playfully.