Emberwood signing off, i'm alright in bed but i'm better with a pen

she had drifted along the stone teeth of mountains raking the air in a long ridge; she had left both tindome and bearclaw behind for the present, and become mayfair unto herself. and yes; these places familiar, for had she not traveled them a great deal in times past? with her usual churlish disregard for her own wellbeing, the scarletfurred girl caught the scent of fox, and followed it delightedly, remembering what tadec had said of them.
the trail did not lead her to a fox, but to a man, clothed in rich hues reminiscent of baklava and turkish coffee; mona was smitten completely by the elegant blending of his very pelt, and stopped dead in her tracks, a slight and transfixed cardinal.