Dragoncrest Cliffs Everyone blooms

When she came he failed to see her, following the sweeping shadow that corrugated the terrain. When she spoke he turned his ears first and then his pantherine face, assessing the state of her; she was round, her scent older than expected, her voice proud.

Sapphique? This was not a name he knew from the stories of his youth. The cliffside was Dragoncrest; it was far enough north along the coastline to be none other. The stories said that warriors ruled the risen earth here - that the sea-tribes were further west.

I seek shelter. A fresh start. states Raimo as he amalgamates his gathered knowledge with the newly presented truths. There had been no sea-tribes along his journey - perhaps things had changed since the story's telling.