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

miette was very still, an anomaly for a child that had not once stopped composing havoc since the moment she was born. her eyes were wide with interest, and she craned her neck bodily as maleah turned away — but to little use, for the healer wisely obscured the location of her cache.

impatiently, miette waited. she wondered who her first choice of a test subject would be. when maleah reappeared with a faded but aromatic clutch of lavender, miette had already decided.

her eyes narrowed as she realized what maleah had implied. ’ow you gonna test it? are you gonna eat it? miette realized this came with a risk — and that risk excited her. but you said it is toxic! if you eat it and it kills you, who gonna be the bossy lady in saffique? tousaint?