Duskfire Glacier She hides like a child but she’s always a woman to me

the illustrious mountain mistress - as mademoiselle in peasantly summer dress - walked the autumnal gardens of her summer palace, the canopy her parasol, songbirds her court.

with graceful leap and another, she went from stone to heavy branches of most ancient pine ( which politely bent only slightly beneath her, as to not reveal a lady's weight ).

another leap and she held the bark of felled oak within her claws, toppled so it overlooking the land. her face raised to the heavens, and a single lightbean speared the clouds to bathe it - whiskers glistening, lavalier reflective. how sunlight caressed her most beautiful belle fille!

and then the lovely symphony of her ladies-in-waiting, was quieted by a screech most sudden and discordant.

mannerless! the mistress turned her head, aghast at it. impolite! the once-queen descended her balcony in a flurry of gown, fury and finery, crinoline hoisted up as she raced to the epicenter - made obvious by another horrid noise - at a pace dictated by a sheer fiery rage!

the mountain mistress emerged from the treeline, announced by crashing of branches and foliage, and it took such small effort to leap onto the petulant hearth-keeper, and loom over it with powerful forelimbs slammed onto either side of its dwarfish frame.

"paysan!" shrieked the mistress, face pushed forward so her gemstone eyes would show the insult inflicted, flickering teeth the threat. "oot right, oot pom-pouz-znezz-" one paw slammed down again, claws raking the earth. "-maek yow dizrezpah ma cour?!"