Thunder Dome bring your own lampshade

She left Morningside in the early morning, that quiet time between night and day when nothing seems to move. As she left the borders, the first birds had begun to sing; quietly at first, until more and more of their brethren joined in and the chorus grew in volume and size. She had begun to route through the mountains when the first of the light had seeped, lethargically, through the sky, and the morning symphony drew to a close. Late morning had found her here; navigating the outskirts of haphazardous cliffs and stone, slipping nimbly through the mountain pass. She was making good time, she figured, and her injuries hardly bother her anymore. 

The crashing of a mountain stream had her pause, and veer of her course. Picking her way through rock and scrubby undergrowth, she found quick the banks of the stream, drink deeply from the crystalline waters. She shivered, for the water was freezing and the day wasn't warm in the slightest. She enjoyed the cold, but hardly did when her winter coat hadn't yet come in.