Dragoncrest Cliffs kòlè

at first mireille seemed reserved. loko was not so intuitive to discern the reason why, but his tail wagged and he grinned as he saw her slowly lift a pebble and then properly chuck it into the abyss.

he craned his neck and peered down, watching the pebble plunk into the water and send a wave of blue radiating angrily out. the sound was secondary to the visuals in loko's estimation -- when anything touched the water it shivered as if cold had been lanced down its spine.

no, only rocks. loko confided, thrilled to share his special little place with the sibling he loved. i be t'inkin, dat big hole down in de sound... it might be leadin' to this place. may'b we be sittin' on top of it.