Dragoncrest Cliffs live and die by the gun and the knife

too exhausted to give chase to the sound’s thief, sobeille simply had to trust the competence of sam. she pinned him with her most doleful stare as he backed away, nodding profusely — not until he disappeared following the tracks of the thief did she turn back to the shapes in the sand.

the sea witch. a certain gravitas to be had in these bones. reverence thrummed through her bones as she reached out to touch one of the vertebrae.

sick as she was, every remaining piece laid out on the shore was carefully returned to the grotto. when she was done, exhaustion hounded her heels and she slept there in the sound under the oppressive weight of fever.