Dragoncrest Cliffs they feel a way, oh wow.

mesmerized by the incandescent gold cast from pancakes wings, miette sighed. she was too young to hear the beauty of a shouting butterfly voice, but she trilled to herself in delight as vibrations from the butterfly’s efforts reached her. 

pancakes came closer. a bold move perhaps, for a creature the size of Miette’s greedy eyeball, which now trained hungrily on the airborne thing. she was too young yet to know that the consumption of things came at the cost of life, and was often permanent — so as pancakes came alluringly close, she lunged for one sparklingly, impossibly orange wing.