Dragoncrest Cliffs dead men tell no tales

those cries stirred mireille from her sickened morning. that food which had sprang back up her throat; it assured the obsidian that a new generation had taken root inside her. this comfort gave confidence, and confidence brought her quickly to the borders.
chani gave succor to a woman desperate and bruised. her aunt came to stand close, facing back the way that the stranger had come, her gaze watchful for any dangerous movement.
sapphique stood securely, swathed in stone and pine. it satisfied mireille to give sanctuary, and soon her eyes turned to assess, to see with her limited skill what herbs might be necessary.