Firestone Hot Springs Pride comes before fall

As she drifted with the mist, Basilie kept her head low. She did this partly so that she could track the scents upon the ground (of which there were few) and so that she could keep an eye upon her surroundings. It wasn't too difficult to navigate through the rolling warmth of the fog, but it was... Disconcerting. The perfect avenue of attack could come from anywhere; she'd have no way of seeing it. As she roamed, she was oblivious to the eyes of a stranger upon her. There was a brief moment in which she paused and looked around, lifting her head as if suddenly aware, but the mist hid the stranger. Her scent was swallowed by the dampness of the air.

Distracted by this sensation of being watched - which was likely all in her head - Basilie stopped paying attention to where she was going. The marshy land grew warmer and then, suddenly, wetter - as her toes slipped in to one of the pools. It was hot! Very, very, surprisingly hot! And in a knee-jerk reaction Basilie pulled backwards with an inward hissing breath. In the process of fleeing the sharp pain brought on by this foray too close to the water, she inadvertently drove herself closer to the hidden women in the mist.