Though the air was cold and bitter, the sky cast a haze so yellow and so misted that it could itself be on fire. The smell of smoke permeated with every gust of wind. Though the fire itself was far away, to no danger here, it was as if it were right on top of the craggy wood the smoke billowed through.
Ciliegia looked cautiously to the sky, huffing nervously at the strong smell of smoke burning her nostrils and eyes. She was a fair dove, crimson in color with softly white points and a distinct lack of the long tail typically found on other kukuris. She held a gentle demeanor… one of mild oblivion as she eyed the landscape. She’d traveled far from where she originated and never expected to end up in this strangely frigid yet dry landscape. Most of her travel had been relatively passable. Simple even. But now the mountain sides grew vastly tall and sheer. The only paths through them looped and looped. She was becomin