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

sobeille miette rivaini-dahomey, for the first time in her life, stood as a model pupil while maleah explained. she absorbed this knowledge breathlessly, a sponge sopping up every last morsel. 

turning to the flower, which now crumbled to dust between maleah’s paws, miette’s voice descended to a profound whisper. ’ow do you test it? what does lavender do?

she thought of the wispy girl in the woods; of the hummingbird; of the coyote friend who spoke and cried no more. she leaned forward in stifled excitement. can we feed it to someone?