Dragoncrest Cliffs fall apart twice a day

if dalia was to do anything it was because her mother asked her-- usually, at least. but lately she was trying to do better. trying. today she left to head to the redwoods to try to find some dandelion. her mother's stash was running low, she'd noticed, so maybe she could gather some. they were mostly weeds, so she was sure they'd be growing somewhere in the territory and-- ah-- they were.

she spotted their bright color from not too far off, growing in a sunny patch in the forest among some tall grass and sandy spots-- probably blown in from storms. carefully, the young sylph padded over and examined the plants curiously before nipping the base of the stems to cut them free.