Fires on the Horizon BWP. Eligible for 20 LP!
The fires were getting worse. Rashina could not see the hazy skies or the way the sunset was vibrant in red. Instead, she felt the changes: the scratching at the back of her throat, the smell of burning wood, the heat of summer added with hot ash. When she licked her coat, she tasted it in her mouth.
The priestess wrinkled her nose, heading just north of Willow Ridge, where there was rolling hills, a pond and smelling of foxes. She came to the water's edge, sniffing around for the pool and going for a drink. She hoped to get the awful taste off her tongue and sooth the backside of her throat. Instead, the water tasted just as fowl, causing her to reel back and hack.
Things could always be worse, she told herself, and somehow each day, they had.