Redhawk Caldera speaking of

Liffey was bouncing busily across the Caldera, her eyes alight with excitement and purpose. She didn't know what had caused the trees to change colors and drop their leaves on the floor, but she could not have cared less as she dashed happily along the edge of the forest, plucking up the most vibrantly coloured ones between her teeth.

She had it in her head that she wanted to gift them to her loved ones, but she also wanted to keep them all herself. She had yet to determine how she would manage both, but her name echoing across the sky distracted her from her mission altogether. Liffey paused to turn, the pile of leaves between her teeth crinkling as she did so. As little as she wanted to stop what she was doing (it was very important, after all), the river set off back towards the center of the rendezvous site.

Her father was there with Lagan when she arrived. Liffey's tail wagged happily as she spotted them. She approached the gathering with happy, curious eyes and a smile shining somewhere behind the fan of red, orange and gold clasped gently in her jaws.