Dragoncrest Cliffs they feel a way, oh wow.

clear and lucky steering of her wings brings Pancakes near and yet far from the jaws of a curious being; and for a moment the butterfly must hover to attempt to make sense of what happened. but alas, butterflies were not known for their thinking caps.

so rather than avoid the danger, she instead comes to swoop and flutters in front of her working eyes yet again, as if to encourage her to get up. thankfully, butterflies did not know curse words on their own and often did not even think to try and use them in such a hateful manner.

they did not live as long as these land-walkers, and perhaps that was for the best. they had no reason to spend countless nights pondering such fancies of pain or lust, pride or love, or perhaps loneliness. no, the winged species were meant to fly, to live, and then to die.

and through it all, their songs persist beyond them.

"hey pretty baby, with the sun in your eyes"
(quite a literal lyric there, eh Pancakes?)

"you make me feel like I'm up in the sky!"
(perhaps being almost eaten makes you feel that way...)

and for a moment, Pancakes can be seen bringing her legs in before pushing them out, sending a microscopic kiss in the direction of the precious little girl. butterflies were always meant to love, after all.