Dragoncrest Cliffs little devils

aye.

how does one perfectly describe an origin story? she tried her best to channel val, remembering how carefully he'd told this story. sobeille's heart warmed to see the interest in leonore's eyes -- eyes so very like and so very different than her maman's.

before dis place was known to sapphiquians, it was known to a witch. her muzzle wrinkled in the manner she'd seen her maman's do, unaware this was now a genetic legacy -- a facial memory passed from generation to generation.

dis witch knew de power of dis place, but she had no friends. our grandmamans -- two great women known as rosalyn and erzulie, discovered 'er and followed 'er to dis place. a place of great wealth and magic.

but ... here sobeille paused, measuring the captivity of her single audience. a terrible shadow watched de three women, jealousy in its 'eart.

onward the story went, until sobeille was tired of speaking and leonore tired of questions. guiding the child home, sobeille marveled of the ancient secrets in this place.

some day, it would all be hers.