Dragoncrest Cliffs klere byen bèl

loko was responsive, and mireille dropped the bit of tattered bird toward her brother at once. "c'est un oiseau!" her voice was sharp, words only slightly blurred, and informative, the tones of their spice-toned maman.
but it was with rosalyn's poise that she watched her brother now, feeling herself quite older and more matured, now that she had brought prey to him. she yipped now, darting to one side, inviting loko to guard the toy while she lunged forward for it.