Sequoia Coast you want to be the bad dream

She had to remind herself that others didn’t see smells the same way she did. Oh, uh... she trailed off, but thankfully the stranger followed up with another question so Sequoia didn’t feel obligated to answer the first. It was a simple question really, and she was quick to answer. Sequoia! She spun around, bouncing like the gleeful child she was (although she would deny until the end of days that she was anything less than an adult). I’m not Drakru yet, but I will be! I live in Drageda.

If she was supposed to keep these details secret, she either a) didn’t know or b) didn’t care. It was very likely a little bit of both. In Drageda, you can’t be Drakru until you get good at something. Dacio already got good at something, but I’m still working on it. I wanna be a scout! All of this information flowed freely from the piebald girl, who loved talking about herself. What are you good at? she inquired, head tilting to one side.