Dragoncrest Cliffs dezespwa

mireille stood beside the cliffs where requiem had been taken.
she thought of the tuft of hair that her sister now held: all that was left of the boy.
"i still t'ink we should go, @Sobo," mireille said softly, trying so much to be poised as obsidian. but tears crept her cheeks. "we can look for him. down de coas'. maybe — maybe." her voice trailed off. mireille looked upon the sea.