Dragoncrest Cliffs they feel a way, oh wow.

within the shimmering pool of light a shadow darkened. sobeille’s reaction was slow and unsure: she blinked once or twice as she slouched there in the den.

a butterfly, its marmalade wings on molten fire in the beam; each black spot a vision, eyes of another world sobeille could not yet see.

and a voice she could not yet hear! sobeille’s tiny ears had yet to set, but the felt the breath of each shimmering wing with a flicker. she made a clumsy bid for the fluttering thing which awoke in her a hungry imperative — but rather than snatch the thing from the air, she fell to the dirt with a muffled oomph.