Dragoncrest Cliffs kòlè

the boy had little in the way of creative energies. his eyes roamed the cave, its dark edges, the way his sister's face glinted in the blueish gloom.

he thought a while. "glowlight cavern.." but he did not like it. he lacked the confidence to stand by his creativity. "no! cave. no.." his brow furrowed as he raked his mind for synonyms. "it be too old for me to give it one name. it must have had many in its lifetime. de cliffs too." he looked then to his sister, wondering if she had a name on the tip of her tongue that was better.