Redhawk Caldera i feel god in this chili’s tonight

“Better,” Ceridwin replied. What did that mean? Frolic was afraid to ask. She chewed on the inside of her cheek and stayed silent, trailing obediently behind her sister as she led the way to the lake shore.

As they headed toward a ledge there, Frolic glanced around and saw nobody else stirring at this hour. If Ceridwen didn’t tell on her, maybe nobody else would ever be the wiser. They would simply think their daughters had risen early and that Frolic had messed up her face the usual way (face-planting on Brecheliant soil).

They came closer to the water. The caldera looked like glass in the tepid dawn light. There was a slight mist hovering over it. Frolic stopped a moment to stare.