Dragoncrest Cliffs RAGE FROM A QUEEN

at midnight’s unruly hour, miette rose.

she stole past each familiar shape, her footfall soft with stealthy practice. the den was a crescendo of steady snores; every figure in their blissful place, immersed in dream’s dimension where miette could not reach.

which suited miette fine — her design tonight took her to where she had seen @Tousaint and his treasure last. she had yet to learn he’d stashed it in the burl, but she’d seen him return later empty handed, and drew her own conclusion on what errand the boy had sped towards.

he did not trust her — a wise move, as miette had every intention of thieving the foxfur and making it her own.