Clouds. Low grey, inky clouds blotted out everything. They smothered the valley, making it hard to see anything farther than ten feet in front of you. The high peaks of the mountains, which should have been visible anywhere in the pass, had been utterly erased. Replaced by a monotonous grey fog. Smokey forms slowly melted into pine and spruce trees. There were no leafy trees just needled trees this high up on the mountain, where the weather was cool and winter like. It wasn’t snowing, nor was it especially cold on this day but the condensation attached itself to anything that went through it, forming tiny water droplets. It cooled the core temperature of any creature moving within the fog, including Cherish.
She wasn’t shivering but she was definitely not warm. She was constantly moving, trying to keep from succumbing to the cold moisture. She had wandered out of sight of her mother and sister, agilely maneuvering up the incline of the closest mountain. Rocks, firm and loose made for treacherous footing but it didn’t faze her as she scampered up the mountain; more like a mountain goat then a soquili at the moment. It was especially impressive that she managed not to topple over, for her long tendril-like tail made balancing difficult. She was intent on something and didn’t even seem to notice. So intent that she hadn’t started singing. A rarity in Cherish’s case.
