Lion Head Mesa thamir alward

from the lakeside through the dark wood, the summer heat began to ease. by the time jawahir had led @Maggie to the barren edge of the dry meadow the world felt far more mild, and then it began to drizzle.
it is not far now, the jewel promised.
soon enough the path began to carry them up a length of sloping clay. jawahir was amused to watch the pale girl's feet take on a ruddy cast, their eyes tracing the ochre glow of the crimson path against their sharp little body.