Dragoncrest Cliffs he never seen so much rage from a queen

So this is what motherhood is like.
Or at least, Maleah now had a vague glimpse of what it could be without nearly as much permanence. She'd been in the mossbloom when her name was hollered by a shrill, pitchy voice, and she'd be wrong if she said her curiosity had not been piqued. Edging nearer to the roja den, she catches the tail end of little Miette's stunt; a cloud of beige with the cartoonish form of a little girl at the center.
Wow, look at this, her jaw falls slack in a display of awe; we've got ourselves a little birdie learning how to fly!
Even still as she encourages the play, she is careful — hovering close. All she can see in her mind is Mireille's wrath when Miette inevitably snaps her neck like a popsicle. I'm sure there are better perches, though, hm?