Dragoncrest Cliffs they feel a way, oh wow.

how agile! miette’s cloud-blue eyes widened as the butterfly performed fantastic aerial tricks. first she went up! then her wings folded in the deft manner of an accipitrine predator; bobbing and weaving through the air as if every molecule was hers to command. 

miette was so transfixed she nearly fell again; this time backwards. regaining her footing, miette cooed before a second peal of laughter sounded through the den. 

how befitting the first thing she focused upon would be a bug! it was only a shame she could not hear the heartfelt song.