Sunbeam Lair iii. protect yourself for none else shall

The clearing offers only so much, within days she grows wearied of recuperation - restless, listless. Onward, she must press but to where? 

The vast range bordering her west beckons - she will return for the taigas and tundras someday she vows - and logic hales that she cut through the heart of the monts rather than tread around it. She skirts only the Lakes of Diaspora, of Aurë's people, before scaling the heights.

In truth, there was no mountaineering of the sorts - a narrow crack in the foot of the shale, half hidden by the gravel of an old rock slide drew her into the extensive passageways of Sunbeam Lair. 

Wind through the underbelly of Sunspire the hart would, guided by the occasional beam of light peering bashfully through split seams overhead. 

Emerging in the great stronghold of an otherworldly cavern, Rhælla would materialize from the pits of the mausoleum's shadows - pittering by softly, singular orb awe-struck as it caressed the unusual foliage tenderly.