Dragoncrest Cliffs diven dous

with every passing day rhaegal's comfort within sapphique grows. he's learned the lay of the cliffs that they — and now he — calls home. his time is oft spent upon the borders or the shore: patrolling and gathering what gifts the sea leaves behind in the high tides.

he stashes the seaglass and rocks and shells away for safe keeping ...though he's not yet sure what he'll do with them.

he's on the borders, soldering thru the cold mist when footfalls draw his attention and his path with mireille crosses. his steps slow to a cease, head dipping in greeting, mindful of the stark differences between their ranks. hullo. he greets.