Dragoncrest Cliffs where you gon run

for the sibbies <3

four lumps lumped about, lumping their lumpy way across the floor of the den that had once housed sobeille. sobielle, of course, had been much more graceful as she grew into her body, entirely avoiding the lump stage.

she peered down at each of them from her customary roost above; the tree had fallen in such a way that shelving from a broken limb above fell just so — perfect for spying on little lumpy lives.

maman was sleeping. sobeille traced the silhouette of her body with golden eyes before she looked back at the lumpies.

when were they gonna do something interesting?