Wapun Meadow consonants

A very short one, sorry!

As the Butterfly landed on the bridge of her nose, Grackle froze, the only movement was the wind ruffling her dark pelt. Both large, seaglass eyes were transfixed on the tiny bard now. She did her best not to sneeze from the pollen she swore hadn't been bothering her just a moment ago. But then the butterfly took flight and the spell was broken.

The dark creature threw her head back with a laugh befitting an old Hollywood star, Oh, Butterfly, you flatterer! She rolled onto her side, so that might look around better  Is this how you treat all of your audiences?