Dragoncrest Cliffs so i'm surrounded

Actually, maybe he would have preferred a flaming meteor. Instead, here came Aure, pregnant and dirty and cursing in sloppy Trigedasleng. He hadn't seen her since letting her have it the other day, and his stomach clenched with a combination of nerves and guilt as they approached her. And, well, irritation. What was she doing, getting into fights with pups in her belly?

Nomajokas, he corrected, his voice clipped, his eyes not quite meeting hers. He assumed Opalia knew that word, at least. At any rate, she probably had already gotten the hint that it was a naughty thing to say. What are you doing, Aure? What's wrong?

Oh, for fuck's sake.