Dragoncrest Cliffs of soldiers' dreams

Hope you don't mind me winding this one down here!

He nodded along. They were in agreement about waiting into the children were a little older. Sobo was under no illusion they would not be just fine without Mireille and Sobo around for a little while, but family was important to him. Every little bit helped.

She suggested a pace. Sobo was more reluctant to agree to that. It do no good if we be too tired to enjoy it when we get dere, he pointed out, only to smirk, but if dat be how fast you want to go, den I match you step for step. Maybe we make a race of it, hm?

A thought tickled his brainstem. He almost voiced it aloud, but bit his tongue on it; it was only an impulsive thing, and he needed to give it more time and more thought before he spoke to Mireille about it. Perhaps on their trip, he would pick her brain. I t'ink I goin' to go down to de beach an' look for somet'ing for Chacal, he announced, giving his body a quick stretch and shake. You want to come?