Redhawk Caldera we exist living a thousand lives, side by side

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This is so late, also garbage post is garbage.  Sorry.

It was not long after their reunion that Mato had suggested they set out for the Caldera, and she had agreed without hesitation.  Now she was worried.  She tried to hide the bits of anxiety that became physically apparent the closer they got to the mountain ridge that cradled the Caldera, letting off stress by flicking her whiskers or yawning.  

She could not pinpoint the origin of this terror of meeting Mato's family, and she scarcely understood what she felt for the empyrean himself no matter how much soul-searching she did.  Her companion's gait slows down until it halts completely and his apple-green gaze catches her seaglass — are you ready?

No.  But we must be, hmm?  The fawn adjusts her posture to stand the tallest she can next to the young man, not dominant but self-assured.  As he calls for his family he can feel a shudder rattle her to her bones — here we go!