Dragoncrest Cliffs I heard we're friends

The girls pout; scorned looks shot both toward her and the boy Redsky. He, too, throws his own pity party. Children.
A lesson was to be taught here. For future reference, Redsky, her tone lightens, somewhat; clinical and guarded as it might be, some semblance of warmth lingered there. Sympathy, perhaps. when you want to visit us, or anyone, send a call at the border and wait. It's the polite thing to do, yeah? he was lucky it had been Maleah who appeared and not a ferocious mother willing to protect her children.
Girls, sharp nose points downward to the clouds of light and dark; huddling close to each other, sending what she assumed were crestfallen glances back and forth. we should head back.