Dragoncrest Cliffs negativity, we just dead it like d-con

for a spell val considered crabs. how demonic and otherworldly their body plan! ten legs, two of which formed evil pincers to torment naive puppy noses! they were lucky they only grew to the size of a fist (well, as far as val knew).

he leaned in for a moment, cherishing the fleeting sweetness that drove away the sour song of their communal sorrow. behind them chacal's shape rose and descended -- she remained undetected by val.

they are scary. val admitted at length, flicking a pebble from bright kelp fronds. do you think this place is cursed? val's eyes turned to mireille, softened by grief.