Dragoncrest Cliffs Undertow

Curiosity brought him to emerge from a den of warmth into the cool air of night. Stars twinkled above him, amid passing wisps of fog that drifted in with the change of tide. He was far from the ocean’s crest and yet he could hear it; like the heartbeat of his Maman before her disappearance, it was constant, and reassuring. 

He did not understand death. He knew only sadness and confusion. He waited for his Maman to return, for his siblings and the rest of the family to begin smiling again. 

Here in the darkness, with the saltwind to caress him and the crash of waves in the distance, he felt her love.

A glint of emerald green caught his attention; pair of luminous eyes, lit by the light of the moon, studied him and, being so familiar in hue, caused the boy to tilt his head and wag his little tail. He stood, curious how his mother had climbed so high up in that dark tree!

But she came toward him on silent wings, and he felt the touch of a feather to his cheek. Shock came immediately, in a sublime mercy, with the severing of his spinal cord. Darkness came soon thereafter, but not before he was lifted from the earth and given one last view of the ocean from the vast skies above. 

Sapphique members welcome to find traces of Bastean in owl pellets, or to find nothing at all. <3