Moonspear Stiffen up that upper lip.

The smell of charred rock had only grown stronger as they approached the foot of the mountain, and Lilitu was grateful for the mouthful of herbs to mask the pungent odor. But it did nothing to soothe the cataclysmic scene. 

Boulders had tumbled down, the face of the mountain in tatters, as if some giant monster had came and clawed it to bits. Trees felled by the impact littered the slopes like scattered matchsticks. It was eerily quiet, only the wind and occasional screech of a bird of prey to keep them company.

Stay near me or @Bridget, @Ibis had warned her, and so she had. With one or both of them in tow, she began to climb the less steep part of the mountain, slowly making her way toward the worst of it.

Hello? she called out, voice muffled because of the plants. Her summons bounced off the rocks, shivering into the air. Hell—

She stumbled suddenly, dropping the bundle. Ugh! Lilitu spat, looking around for where it had rolled. She peered down at the log upon which she'd tripped, blackened, charred—

Oh, oh no. It had hair; this was no log at all, but instead. . .

The girl skittered backward with a yelp, staring at the leg. A long, ivory bone protruded from flesh and fur, jagged at the top. There was no way of telling what color it had originally been, but all she could see was her father's long dark limbs, so graceful and elegant—

P-Papa? Lilitu whispered, and the last syllable dissolved into a violent retch. She vomited up her last meal, trembling all over, the world spinning suddenly and painfully around her.