Dragoncrest Cliffs Lonely like the highway

sobeille's well trained eyes stayed on the shadow a moment longer, assessing. its liquid movements and the trailing of half a dozen legs informed her it was some sort of octopus, tide-locked until the next high tide.

she leaned next to fabienne, laughing at how the girl tried to peer in and focus.

she could help... or...

she could do what any big sister would do; with a gentle shove, sobeille pushed the teetering girl's haunches, expecting a spectacular landing in the pool below.