Dragoncrest Cliffs Song of the Sea

mireille tried not to feel so excited. 
the adjustment from the den to the beach had been harder for the girl than she had expected, but she would never admit it. mireille threw herself into studies of the world around here. when njord's voice sounded, she tipped out of the saltmarsh and onto the open ground, nettles caught in her striped little nape.
"da njord," she greeted, her small tail waving. the yawn that wanted to come out was caught instead in a sneeze. "i not be too old!" she smirked, wondering if sobo would feel the same.