Emberwood darling, take me to the lakeside

searching specifically for any in Northstar Vale

the day was fading fast; yet the heat remained stagnant, unmoving, reluctant to slip away as did the sun. and so was the sylph, unwilling to shift from her lazy position half-shadowed from the sun's dying rays. sphinx-like, she lay reclined, finding comfort in summer's kindness. breeze stirred the seeding grasses, eliciting no response from the oppressive heat nor strong enough to offer any relief. 

anatha blinked, carefully, appearing almost oblivious to her surroundings save for the oversized ears that roved like satellite dishes atop her narrow skull. muzzle lay stretched before her, pressed into the grasses, and eyelids flickered open at ever disturbance, scanning, searching, before fluttering closed once more.