[SE] river of fire

'Cause there were pages turned with the bridges burned
Everything you lose is a step you take

Lyra has been to the Greatwood before, but never has she seen it in the state that seems to have befallen it this season. The usually clean, crisp air has been muddled by a thick, smoky smog that chokes the woman as she climbs over roots and ducks under branches. She can see the evidence of the forest fires that must have run rampant in this heat, and what greenery does remain in the forest is dry and brittle, like any little breeze might cause it to crumble.

Despite it all, the Crimson Cataract winds effortlessly through the trees, its red tint causing the sunlight that filters through to take on an eerie hue. Lyra would prefer something a bit less... murder-y, but that's just her. She supposes that it has a special kind of beauty, despite its color, and at least the trees surrounding the floating river seem to be benefiting from its proximity.

A noise from nearby attracts Lyra's attention, and she looks down from gazing at the Cataract to find a young woman humming and giggling, seemingly without a care in the world. Lyra smiles at her good cheer and, not wishing to startle the stranger, calls out a greeting. "Hello!" she says. "I like your skirt."

So make the friendship bracelets, take the moment and taste it
You've got no reason to be afraid

Lyra

Table inspired by the lovely Brit