Dragoncrest Cliffs turned to the max, can’t forget maxine

in triumph, miette watched the fallout — she stepped back from her razing of val’s work, eyes blazing.

his reaction spurred a sense of deep satisfaction, condescending righteousness even — if she could not duly vent her frustrations to a patronizing father figure, she’d lash out instead.

but his scolding tone awoke another emotion in her, one of bitterness. in an adolescent’s rage she seized the last of the pattern between her two paws and flung it.

miette did not stay to see her act of destruction play out on val’s face. his initial look of shock - and hurt - alone was enough to buoy her frustration into righteousness, and carry her far away where his shouts and scoldings could not reach.

where she could later pull out that memory and frame it, replay it over and over again — his disappointment, tousaint’s hurt — cycled over and over in her mind until she fell into an angry and embittered sleep.