Dragoncrest Cliffs Whatcha know about the ways of the underside?

sneaks her in here

Maleah, too, had taken note of the invaders; but it seemed as though someone else had gotten to them first.
She stalks forward on stilted midnight limbs, a delicate expression of inquiry resting upon her face. At first, she says nothing. Was she aware of the fate that was to await her if she were to consume it? Perhaps she was, and she was doing her due diligence by removing it from a land where children roam.
After a while of unceremoniously staring and watching her work, Maleah decides the best course of action is to simply... ask. Making sure the kids don't get ahold of those, huh? a bashful smile cuts her previously monotonous expression. Milkweed is such a bitch, isn't it? Grows absolutely everywhere. I didn't think I'd see it this close to the coast.