Ember smiled slightly. "Good luck, dear mortal. I do hope you manage what I cannot do myself."<br/><br/>Kiarra would pass through a band of warm air along her path, and then the air grew slightly cooler. And as the day passed, it would slowly grow darker, the leaves rustling in the wind. And she would have a choice, whether to keep going, for she had the energy from the cherry flowing through her, or whether to make camp for the night.