Dragoncrest Cliffs turned to the max, can’t forget maxine

miette sulked. it was unlike her to be outside of sapphique’s going ons for too long, but even she recognized as her world grew her understanding of it grew smaller.

for instance, she understood that maleah had not wanted her to take the boy’s tail as trophy. she understood this was some social tenant imposed upon her by generational custom — but what she did not understand was why?

presently, she laid across the sand by the beach. the tide had pulled out, and gulls squabbled overhead. fixing them with a squint, miette turned the clamshell over in her paws, lost in thought.