Dragoncrest Cliffs It's my point of view

knowing someone isn't coming back doesn't stop it from hurting.

sobeille shifted, pausing from her search of the shell. which should she do?

which would her maman do?

many things sobeille was, but a liar wasn't one of them. she sighed and rose, bringing her own shell -- a fractured piece of a red reminding her of her maman.

seraphine, sobeille lowered herself to the girl's level, holding the mismatch of her gaze. how could she break the news to a little girl? she could barely speak the truth of it herself without choking. maman isn't coming back. but she loves you very deeply, an' will watch over you as long as you be breathin'.

we all will.

when you look at de sea, know dat it 'olds some part of 'er in its blue waves. an' when you be lookin' at yourself, know dat she is wit' you still, always.