Dragoncrest Cliffs Hotter than a fantasy

Fabienne was never still for long and despite that her aunties tried to keep her in line. The wild child, wasn't having it. She refused to believe that their mother was gone. She wouldn't have left them. Not to mention there was far too much to be getting on with in the world, now that her ears worked and her eyes. And those bandy legs. So it was with a hurried rush, she got away from her aunties again and raced towards the sea. 

Laughter followed her, as she babbled in french and Creole. Refusing to learn a word of the language her aunties tried so desperately to teach her.