Dragoncrest Cliffs Soeur

mireille was wanderlust and beginning to simmer. grateful for the reason to be called specifically away from all men, and for her this meant the aventurine.
who might claim the roja den? she and chacal had their first choice, and yet she thought longingly of her own mosswood densite amid the briars of the protective tangle.
she pulled playfully at her sister's nape and waited for the other women to appear, her energies matching that of chacal's.
they had aligned this year, and it delighted her.