Dragoncrest Cliffs freaking booties speaking to the cuties so belligerent

suppose val was chacal for a moment -- and could see the world from her amber-hued eyes. would it look the same? would it be tinged with shadows the way his world was, or did she see it in shades of transcending gold?

he looked to the ground with his brow furrowed. what she spoke was her truth, and a glimpse into her world -- but in truth, val had always felt the failure.

you fit into sapphique perfectly; it was made for you. he inhaled the briny air. chacal had so poetically sung her truth and here he was, tripping over his words as if they were ugly stones. i think of how strong maman was -- that is not me. his lips turned in a sorrowed smile. maybe choosing our family is better than being born into it. he thought of erzulie and how she had chosen to take him as her own while his own blood had forfeit him. what was there to say for that? we do not need to share blood to be family.