Alpine Lake enter these gates

There was something timeless and classically enchanting about waterfalls. She was a shadow at the base of the mountain, wind-rustled and gleaming like fresh-spilled ink under the sun as she admired the crash of cold silver-blue feeding into the river leading south along the mountain range. Lazy steps brought her to the water's edge, gaze searching briefly around her. She felt the faint spray of water against her face and knew droplets gathered in her pelt.
She bent her head to drink, wondering not for the first time if she would find what she sought here. The chances were slim, as they had always been; nonetheless, she searched. The bond that had driven her from her home was stronger than any doubt, any unfavorable odds she might face.
The soft tell tale rustling of nearby movement drew her attention, and she lifted her head, inhaling deeply. The scent of another colored the air. She turned without hesitation, fixing scarlet eyes on a red stranger. Her lips curved slightly in immediate acknowledgement of their shared @Fire, but otherwise delayed her own reaction.