Dragoncrest Cliffs phonetics

for the lovely @Chacal <333 backdated for July 1st-ish and set for morning-ish time 

when you think of the ocean, do you ever think of eating a hot plate pancakes next to it? with some slathered salty butter, rich warm syrup and even some sliced fruit and whipped cream? maybe even a cup of coffee to go with it? well, the answer is 'probably not', but Pancakes is found by the ocean today! the proud little butterfly comes to breathe in the coastal breeze again in her life. she often thinks of the bay of San Francisco when she is near the water, though there is no smell of car fumes or the sound of horns and the scuttling shoes of a monkey-evolution gone wrong.

no, here in these wilds, life is simple, and perhaps its most perfect form. the sun is certainly bright, even in the earlier part of the day, though its beams did not blind Pancakes as she flew. the mist of the clouds tickled her little black feet as she continues to flap those tangerine wings closer and closer to the sea cliffs that is lovingly called Sapphique.

and through all of the roar from the ocean, Pancakes sings to herself as she continues to push herself up and up to get over the several spiky points in the severe rock wall that kept this pack land safe. 

"if you wanna ride, you can call by
and see me!"
(she actually heard this song on the road away from the city)

"i could be home by now!"
(this would make a lovely home for a butterfly, after all)