Dragoncrest Cliffs lalin sale

eresta! mireille would have liked to visit, but her musing did not overlook tousaint's joke. her teeth glittered with a grin as he went on, describing an insular pack in the mountains over which poised warriors.
she wrinkled her nose; to avoid such things was why she and the other women had always roamed far as well, perhaps ironically masculine in this singular intention. sparing herself thoughts of val, she favored her son with a great long look of affection.
"i be glowin' because i be carryin' your new bro'ters an' sisters," mireille revealed, kissing his coiffed cheek. "i be glad you came home after all dat. your auntie chacal, she too will have little ones i believe."
for now she reserved her assumptions upon chani, or sobeille for that matter. "you know val be dead?" came her pained voice, hushed on the saltwind.