With evening here, it would be known that as the great sun fell from the sky that she might have a moment from it's unforgiving scorch. Yet forgiveness still did not come. In would creep the desert cold and here along the coast it would only strengthened the climate.

Yet Pheonix Rising was not just any woman who had awoken to these strange lands, she was a woman born into the desert. A woman of Sun and Sand. Extremes like this is all she had ever known. She had been wise in the knowledge of her people to navigate in the in-between; when dawn broke and before it turned noon at its height and then back our again in the evening until nightfall.

She did not follow this ruling now. She would keep going. Determined to believe her life being at stake was for the greater purpose. That the gods puppeteered all her actions now.

Action which caused her head to turn and look back down the rockface. There, in the fading light among shadows in cove and crevice, she saw a twinkle of light. Hooollyyyy shit. She whines high, pacing the edge as she tried to figure out a path that wouldn't outright send her tumbling nose to tail down the cliff. She could only hope her light and slender figure would do her justice as she slowly moved down toward the alcove...