Dragoncrest Cliffs as the world caves in

yura dodged, her laugh prompting a grin from the emerald. she thought she saw something else briefly eclipse the moon glow of yura’s gaze, but it was gone in an instant.

unaware of the grief falling on the peak, sobeille turned back to the puppies and wondered if it was really true that kukutux was happier with the peak’s future stolen from her. she held in her mind’s eye the misty-eyed expression of her friend, working it over thoughtfully. it was nice to have her idea validated, but something else was bothering her. something just on the periphery she couldn’t name.

do you t’ink you will go back? sobeille abruptly changed the topic, unapologetic - for suddenly she realized she didn’t want to wake up in sapphique without yura’s familiar form nearby.