Redhawk Caldera u r b a n i

She loved the smell of fallen leaves so much, she had taken to sleeping in a pile of them every night. Getting up each morning was a rather crunchy business, though all the noise helped wake her up properly. Plus, the movement seemed to release that scent she loved so much.

Today, her bed of leaves barely rustled. When Shenanigans—who’d begun to express a preference for her nickname, Ani, since it sounded a bit more mature—sat up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes, she soon realized everything was rather damp, herself included.

When she looked around a bit more, she kept blinking, trying to clear the cobwebs of sleep from her eyes. But nothing really helped. It slowly dawned on Ani that her vision wasn’t the problem. A dense white fog had risen off the caldera today, cloaking everything.

Bouncing onto all fours, Ani tried to grab at it. The mist swished visibly and she giggled, the noise sounding strangely muffled in the chilly air. Wondering if a cloud had fallen out of the sky, the youth began to frolic about in the brume, admiring the way it swirled and twirled.