The Sunspire Made of plastic and elastic

@Maia 

Time flied, when Wraen was busy, and one evening, while checking the newly instilled caches, she caught the scent of autumn in the air. It was combined of many smells, some of them she had names, for example, fallen leaves, moist earth, water and cold, and some were in such small quantities and plentiful that she did not bother to analyze them in detail. All of them together created this particular sense that summer was at it's end and a new season would begin shortly.

Being closer to the exact mountain area than the lowlands she usually pereferred, Wraen decided on a whim to climb higher and have a good view over the valley. The mist was already rising and with the setting sun in the background it would soon not be possible to discern the forests, meadows and other noteworthy landmarks down below. And she managed to get to that perfect spot just in the right time - last rays of sunlight were painting everything golden and here and there inbetween the various shades of green in the valley, she caught glimpse of red and yellow.