Redhawk Caldera Forever pretend in our shelters we don’t fall

She was sprawled across a heaping mound of ice nestled between two towering evergreens somewhere in the heart of the caldera, quietly licking allegorical wounds that would never heal so long as she kept licking them. As it was, there was nothing physically wrong with her — she’d escaped Charon’s goading gestures and the unleashing of his hounds, and by all accounts might have considered herself lucky — but there was something deep inside that felt damaged, somehow. It was a sickening sensation that had been cultivating for longer than she cared to consider, and while she couldn’t yet bring herself to analyze its significance, she also couldn’t seem to task her once elfin heart with anything further than wallowing.