Dragoncrest Cliffs dwa nesans

the order of life came like this: birth, decay, die. val had seen the latter two, but the first was as alien to him as the earliest ancestor to mammals.

he loitered along the tangle until the first call rang - there his heart set to racing as he snuffled along the barriers to at last find a tree; not any tree, but the seat of some older order. moss seeped its surface and settled deep within, older even than the felled tree it clung upon.

how he wanted to help! it seemed unfair that mireille would suffer for his seed within her. fraught, val paced outside while the murmured voices of both sisters reached his ears. he dared not enter until at last he heard the breathing within settle — only then did he darken mireille’s doorstep with his shadow.

four beautiful souls. val looked upon them softly — but it was truly mireille now who held captive his attention. that she could bring four new lives from her belly! he rushed to kiss her forehead, but stayed his urge to smother her. this was her hour, and hers alone — val thrummed with pride to be born alongside so powerful a woman, and to witness sapphique’s newest era ushered in.

as chacal left the den to hunt val settled outside it, his eyes restlessly shifting from den to shadow as his newest hour of guard set in.