Dragoncrest Cliffs It's my point of view

a shell.

the memory of her maman caused the smile on sobeille's face to fragment and wither away.

a shell.

she rose and turned away so seraphine would not see the shadow that sundered her face. over 'ere. it be low tide, i'm sure we can fin' some'ting.

bringing seraphine to the tidal flats, sobeille scanned the thin ribbons of kelp and the sea-studded pools. stopping short and remembering her own first scrape with the sea, sobeille raised a paw to stop seraphine.

seraphine, i be bringin' you to dis place, but you must promise me dat you will never touch de water wit'out me or an adult presen'. de sea is strong, and takes little girls at 'igh tide if dey are not careful.