Beneath the storm

The insufferable heat only had one advantage, it was too damn dry to allow her mushrooms to make an appearance, so perhaps that left her with the option of moving to a desert instead of a mountain top? If only she could bring herself to stomach the sand. Her lip curled in distaste, that didn't seem like a good idea to her, when she really stopped to think about it. So, she had turned to the north instead, in search of cooler pastures.

The dense canopy had appeared promising until she realised how the tightly knit trees stifled the wind. Rolling her shoulders in an attempt to get some airflow through the crystals that lined her neck, she tried to ignore the promise of a storm in the breeze.

Her ravens chattered overhead, hopping from branch to branch. Tipping her head to consider the way the trees rested against each other, she wondered if perhaps she could join them? If her steps were steady and the approaching storm didn't rock the boughs too drastically...

"speech"