Dragoncrest Cliffs It's my point of view

truthfully, the emerald didn’t know what to expect. she had never had to explain this to anyone. her first brush with death had been with the coyote cub she played with; being bigger and stronger, she hadn’t known dragging her by her neck would kill her and not bring her back.

she hadn’t known.

but seraphine didn’t argue. she simply accepted it, though sobeille suspected she saw some misgiving flicker in her mismatched gaze.

she was relieved by the change of topic, but that was how children were. they flit like little grasshoppers from one thing to the next. yes, when de time is right, you an’ i will go swimming. i’ll even teach you ‘ow to ‘unt. doesn’t that sound nice, seraphine?