Dragoncrest Cliffs mortality

"What?" She asked suddenly, turning her lilac gaze to him, pupils widening and narrowing in surprise. She blinked. "You mean, no one 'as told you what 'appens when you turn twenty four?" She asked incredulously. Her eyes roved over him, and one eyebrow lowered. She frowned lightly, as if disappointed, and looked away. She chugged on ahead, as though trying to put a little bit of space between them. 

"Dey teach you so little in de Rise," She called over her rounded shoulder. "When you turn twenty four, you turn into a crab."