Dragoncrest Cliffs The wave crashed in, now the dream is dead

The youngling waved at him. He did not return the greeting the second time. He was too tired. Too spent. Mind barely holding together.

The girl was like the mountain goats he had seen when living in the hollow. She climbed angles and rock face. Did she not know of the way to Sapphique the hole in the cliff?

Many tings be 'appenin' but dese be from de Falcons. It be okay. Some Aloe an' sage for pain and infection. I be rite as rain dere.

De tide does not scare me. I was born by de sea. But I unerstan'

Etienne shifted, the girls worry outweighing his own discomfort. After all always a healer. He did not wish to cause another discomfort. He pushed upwards. Holding himself tiredly. I kin walk. Dere be a 'ole in de cliff face