Dragoncrest Cliffs koute

her sister's hiss drew the elfin sea-sprite from hiding, a mixture of concern and curiosity tinging autumn-kissed features as coraline drifted up alongside mireille in the sluggish manner of gentle low tide with an owlish expression to match. bright eyes turned first to her sister, then to the tiny balled up intruder, then back, blinking. what was mireille doing? why did she seem so perturbed by such a small thing? seeking to understand, coraline pawed at the unknown little visitor, touch featherlight and oozing wariness. but this offered no more explanation than she'd found before, so she turned back to mireille once again, voice soft and shaky with disuse (for she'd always been a quiet girl, even as she learned to imitate her siblings in the vocalizations of infanthood) as she questioningly parroted her sister's earlier exclamation: no?