Dragoncrest Cliffs B-E-A-U-T-Y

miette frowned. the hummingbird on display in the den had whittled away. something about its feathers had lost its luster.

she left it to the clay shelf, taking to the world outside where puffy clouds scampered across a sky of glittering blue.

hours later her voice could be heard hollering over the pines. a flight of birds took to the scattering winds, as little miette stomped on the deep moss.

something soft and crumpled curled before her.