Dragoncrest Cliffs than the war-chariots of the lydians or

she had never been so far from the roja den as she was now. mireille was wide-eyed and silent during the trek she took with siblings and mothers. 
the sea was not so loud here, though still existed in the air. she sniffed tentatively, flooded with a dozen new scents. overhead, a flock of seagulls cawed loudly, returning to the beachfront.
she hid behind erzulie's hock, saucer-pupil evincing her fright beneath the overwhelming new visions.