Dragoncrest Cliffs Lonely like the highway

how many generations of sapphiqians completed this ritual? something moved deep within the carmine while she guided fabienne through the timeless motions of her first hunt.

the tidepools were blotted by endless volcanic stones, their features worn by time, age, and the advancement of biologic life claiming their faces as their home. by one large rock where the tidepool seemed to lap around it in a crescent, sobeille stopped.

she hunkered down, expecting fabienne to follow. there along the glistening surface, something moved in the shadows cast by the rock's overhang. sobeille's gaze slid in silence to the girl: did she see?