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

miette listened in fascination as maleah explained her craft, artfully dissecting morsel from crumb, and crunching beads of lavender into the tincture.

so many questions sprung to mind. why cant we practice on someone we don’ like? she gasped, an idea springing to mind. what about de trespassah? but, it was of little utility — for maleah had already drawn her plans, and instructed miette to keep an eye on her.

little sprite that she was, miette’s eyes widened. all manner of unspeakable ideas came to her. what if maleah fell asleep in the manner of her coyote friend? what would her eyes look like dead?

okay. she finally agreed, watchful for the first sign maleah had made a terrible mistake.