Random Event: Some kind of blight seems to be affecting the berries of the lore; what is normally ripe this season is rotting dead on the branches and the ground.
The mountain had become cozy in a way she admired greatly. Yet she needed to know that it was right and that it felt true. So she had ruffled @Mika awake in the early hours and prompted them for a day of sightseeing. They didn't have to come along, but Adora had held hope that they would.
She had become nimble along the paths of the Heights, practiced in the trails they had taken. She doubted that made any of this less dangerous but she had grown into another bit of confidence. It was why she roamed in a nonchalant direction, followed only her whims. She wanted to see more of the lands that touched around their currently humble spot.
The growth was a touch scarcer here where she had slowed her pace which she might have been willing to ignore, for that seemed only natural on a mountain. Only the place seemed to stink around what growth remained. Sour like something had rotted, but not like meat. Berries that struggled to cling to life. In fact, it seemingly hadn't clung to life at all. Dead on the ground and the branch if it had managed to hang on. She was hardly a botanist but she struggled to even see what kind of berries it had once been mushed against the ground by scavengers and nature alike.
She might have become embarrassed by it later but, in that moment, her face carried a stricken look of fear.