Dragoncrest Cliffs he never seen so much rage from a queen

Okay, okay, Panic ensues. She didn't have a spot; where the hell was the spot going to be? we'll go to the spot.
Slinking forward, Maleah ducks and raises her head again, searching; the spiny cliff overhead? No, no, that could result in a baby Miette with two halves of a whole head. A curved log, damp with saltbrine and covered in moss? No, that's just lame. The arch that hangs above the cliffs? Absolutely not!
Every bone in her body says bad idea, and no attempts to thwart the determined seasprite's agenda have worked. She had to find a spot.
And then she sees it, her escape from the potential wrath of a toddler; a large, flat boulder sitting a skirt away from the shore, massive and hefty enough to walk on. The waves lap against the side of it. You see that big rock? Maleah hops forward with a giddy little skip, thrumming with excitement. That's our spot!