Dragoncrest Cliffs [m] there's no more searching for answers

mah-leah, apprised miette with a tilt of her slim muzzle. what dat be?

held in maleah's paws was something dried, its petals faded and yet wafting a scent that was faintly unpleasant. while still miffed by maleah's intervention in her trespassing goals, in her incredible generosity and altruism, miette decided to forgive her.

glancing from the cliffside's rim back to the dark healer, her eyes widened in curiosity: are you gonna t'hrow it?