Big Salmon Lake Roses are red

AW for anyone who wants to spree.

The day was fair and mild, which for winter was a blessing. And on this oh-so-fine day, Dove decided to go on a bit of a journey. Nothing too grand, nothing too strenuous, but a wanderin' all the same. It was kind of boring being cooped up in the caldera lands. And for the past few hours she had been feeling a weird kind of itch. An irritation that made her want to roam far and wide - which, if you knew Dove at all, you'd recognize as completely out of character. She was (is) a homebody; the allure of hunkering down by the lake and keeping herself company was usually enough to pass the time, however, today she just had to get out. Her desire had her in a maddened state, to the point where she didn't really keep tabs of where she was going - only halting when she came upon a strange lake, and that only worked because she saw a brief glimpse of her pale reflection.