Dragoncrest Cliffs he never seen so much rage from a queen

cliffs, logs, and arches passed their periphery. each were met with miette's careful study. would this be the spot?

she hustled alongside the artfully long strides of maleah. they neared the beach, and even miette sensed a shift in maleah’s purpose. her eyes followed the healer’s to a large boulder hugged by sea drift.

she snorted incredulously, a toddler’s indifferent dismissal plain on her features. dat be de spot? is jussa’ rock, mahleah! why did adults like such boring things?!