Dragon War [not finished]

Cinder Cliffs: Margaret

MARGARET'S POV

The leaves brush my head as I poke my face out into the sunshine. I'm in a tree, spying on Ryia. She reaches up and grabs a ledge. A hawk swooped in and grabbed a kitten from someone's porch this morning, and Ryia is rescuing it. She's always been a selfless girl.
"Hello, Margaret!" says a voice I recognize to be Frederick. I pull my head back into the tree, leaves fluttering around me. Frederick is halfway up the trunk, his round face pointed up at me.
"What are you doing here?" I hiss. Frederick laughs and hoists himself up on the branch opposite me. I groan. "This is supposed to be my private place!"
Frederick adjusts himself. "I was looking for you. Ryia is climbing Cinder Cli-"
I interrupt him. "I know! I was watching her from here!" I snap. "Well, at least before YOU interrupted me."
"Sorry! I was just trying to share some news with a friend." Frederick exclaims. I sigh and stick my head out of the leafy canopy again. Ryia is about six hands away from the kitten. Frederick grunts and I bring my head back down into the tree. He has jumped down and is limping towards Peter's house.
Sighing, I resume looking at Ryia. She is reaching for a ledge. I hope she doesn't fall, because she is so high off the ground that the least injury she could sustain would be a broken leg.
I watch her for a few more minutes, but the sound of footsteps makes me pull my head back in. When the sound stops, I stick it back out. Frederick and Peter are standing at the base of my tree. Great. Frederick had to tattle on me.
Peter stomps his foot. "Margaret, get down from there right now." he orders. I smile. He sounds like a king, the way he's demanding everything.
"You can't boss me around, Peter!" I shout, ducking back in. A gasp sounds from outside, and I resist the urge to look.
Finally, I poke my head out once again. I see Ryia, attempting to stuff something into a bag.
I shimmy down the tree and sprint towards the cliffs. She could need help. The crowd that has gathered around is tight, but not enough so that I can't slip through. When I manage to get nine hands away from the cliff, Ryia tosses a bag down to me. I peek inside it and a petite furry face mews at me. It's the kitten. Smiling, I hand the cat to a man who had been anxiously waiting for the rescue of his pet. He graciously nods and hurries back to his house.
I squint and look up at Ryia. She seems to be struggling. I bite my lip and am about to climb up when I notice Peter about three hands off the ground. A look of determination is on his face as he attempts to save Ryia. His legs are shaking as he climbs down a small amount.
Suddenly, Ryia comes crashing down and lands on top of Peter, knocking him off the cliffs and causing him to lie on the ground. A look of bewilderment crosses Peter's face, but it disappears when he sees the relief plastered across Ryia's. I smile. Peter has unintentionally committed a partially heroic act. How many other firsts will happen today?