Dragoncrest Cliffs some of footsoldiers, some of ships,

solaire had gone.
unlike the ragged unfinished way it had felt with regin, who was younger, solaire's departure was not unlike how earlythe wives' first brood had begun to leave their nest. wanderers, all of them, explorers with a pirate's travel-lust woven tightly into all of them. 
and yet she tilted back her head, calling for the sungold girl with a mother's love and sadness carried out across the water.
perhaps the flash of star-careening light would lead her back to their cliffs. the harlot passed through the stoneway toward the beachline, where she began to idly collect cold shells half uncovered by the surf, thinking of the bones left by whales she had once shown @Njord here.