Redhawk Caldera growing black irises in the sunshine

Yeah, perfect! :>

The breeze drifted across the lake's surface and made it shift, slightly. Njal could see the faint greens, yellows, and blues as they moved - highlighted by the sun's beaming rays, or made pale by the clouds. It was peaceful here. Quiet enough to lull him in to a state of calm, so that his head began to droop, and he almost fell asleep - so much for fishing! But then a little voice sprang out of the foliage, and he was roused from his little stupor and made to pay attention. Njal lifted his head sharply, and very nearly smacked the top against a low branch - missing, thankfully - and then looked around for the owner of the voice.

Little Wildfire was perched nearby, watching him. Njal sighed the sleep from his mind, licked some drool off of his chin, and asked, "Pardon?" He'd missed what she had actually said, and only really clued in because he had heard a noise. "What are you doing out here -" He began to comment, and gave a fleeting glance around, in time to see a pale-coated adult lingering on the edge of the lake. The stranger was petite and quite fluffy, like a cloud, and she seemed more interested in having a bath than watching the child. Hm.

"-oh." It was good she had a guardian of some kind around.