Dragoncrest Cliffs they feel a way, oh wow.

a breath, drumming little heart in her chest as she looks over a display of youth that she will never gain back. caterpillar life was a pretty boring stage in Pancakes, if she had to be honest. just eating and crawling didn't sound like a life to live (but if you asked H2O, she'd totally become a bug just to do that all day every day.)

a whisper at first, but Pancakes thinks of this child as almost being deaf considering she's heard no responses. have you heard a butterfly shout? it's probably the saddest attempt at being loud, but it's always worth a try in her head, though her shout is probably no louder than someone stepping on a relatively crunchy leaf.

"ARE YOU READY?"
(I promise this is not going where you may be thinking)

"READY FOR THIS LIFE?"

shouting probably was draining her of energy more than flying around, and so Pancakes has to regroup for a moment as she watches the child below become layered in amber and golden light. she has never felt the need to be seen, nor for her work to be appreciated. and while it is such shame to know that this little girl would not know of the delicacies Pancakes is singing to her, perhaps she may come to visit again when her ears are open and ready to listen.

so she leaves her perch, sparing her singing/shouting voice as she comes to little Miette as close as her safety allows. 

"be sweet to me," she begs to her, "I wanna believe."
(believing a puppy to have restraint? such high hopes for her, Pancakes...)

believe in her, believe in Pancakes own self.