Dragoncrest Cliffs I heard we're friends

miette bumbled after astera, her steps only becoming hurried when she noticed the scent of another. intruder? playmate? miette’s thin ears cupped.

astera stood over something — someone — her posture rightfully protective. miette drew alongside her friend, her eyes wide and voice a hushed-whisper. a trespassah? what should we do wit him? she gazed to the hapless boy, her face bright with a sudden idea. i know! let’s draw n’ quarter him! dat would make de tresspassahs think twice ! miette had no earthly idea this meant slicing and dicing — but she was game for anything at this point. including a lil’ beheading.