Dragoncrest Cliffs he never seen so much rage from a queen

Miette insists she is not, in fact, a bird, even while she scrabbles for purchase and climbs the seaslime-coated boulder with what may as well have been a fledgling's gait. Maleah bumps her nose against the red-tinted hocks of the girl in an effort to assist before she, too, climbs her way up in a few swift jolts.
She circles once, then twice, before taking a seat on the precipice of her newfound lookout. Isn't it cool up here? she casts a devilish look to her tiny companion; she thought it was cool, at least, even if Sobeille was impossible to appease. Tendrils of seaweed bob and hug the base of their fort, and she swore she could see a cluster of tiny fish nearing the surface.