Shadow Mountain grandiose

it is during a lapse of torrential rain that otherwise pelted her already damp coat against her and stung her eyes — a truth she knows because she tried to venture out during said heavy rains — that she ventures up from the canyon to shadow mountain. the rock path she ascends is slick with rain and loose rocks but she makes the climb with a fearlessness she wouldn't have exhibited as a small child fresh from losing her mother. she'd once sworn she'd never call any mountain range home again and twice, no three times, she's broken that oath.

from up high, she has a good view of the canyon yawning wide before her. she shifts her weight and mentally traces paths that she knows and paths that she does not. there is much more in the canyon than she initially thought — though it is still, largely, redrock and sand. a soft noise is made, a silent confirmation that she should be down within the saints' claim mapping out more of the territory, but as she rises to begin her descent the rains pick up.

chased from the outcropping of rock, from the fear she might slip and fall over its edge, she finds shelter in a yawning mouth of a cave she had not found during her first venture thru the mountain. it is dark beyond the entrance, and how deep it goes is unknown but at least it's dry.