Dragoncrest Cliffs so, i robbed you blind.

his relationship with sobeille had always seemed somewhat strained. given his gender, he had come to expect the women of sapphique—at least those apart from his mother and twin—to treat him with some measure of contempt.

the embrace, though brief, surprised lafayette, and he leaned into it before pulling back to answer her query.

men came—one woman, too, but mostly men, he explained. by de time i got dere, manman 'ad given herself up, but chani an' de ot'ers fought. dey only left wid de t'ree of our women when one of dem said he'd kill us all if dey didnae go.

or something like that. lafayette shuddered as he remembered the hot, stinking breath on his nape, the feel of those teeth so close to the base of his skull. whatever words the man had spoken were at least passively, if not actively, repressed.

he sighed, adrenaline wearing off and the weariness of travel settling into his bones. shadess an' i went to de moon villages. . .i t'ink dey may help. but i don' know who else to call on, sobeille, he admitted a bit sheepishly, feeling as if he had fallen short.

what if moonwoman did not send warriors? 

and even if she did, what if it was already too late?