Dragoncrest Cliffs I never walk about after dark

a beautiful name, chosen by his beautiful mother. he smiled even broader to hear it, seaglass eyes sparkling with delight. hello, seraphine, he replied. i am so glad you are home now.

he sat down beside her, also enjoying the sun on his shoulders and the soft breeze that stirred his pelt.

dis be sapphique, lafayette said, gesturing with his chin in a semi-circle, gazing at the land around them. our family 'as called it home for many seasons—i'm sure manman 'as told you much about it.

perhaps. perhaps not. what had mireille spoken, in that dark, awful place? surely she would have tried to bring some light into her newborn children's lives.