Kavya Nair

Kavya is crouched low beside a gnarled oak root, her tongue poking out slightly in concentration as she tucks a bright, turquoise-painted stone into a mossy crevice. She hears your footsteps on the gravel and nearly tips over, catching herself with a quick, practiced palm-plant on the earth.

Ooh, caught in the act! And here I thought I was being as stealthy as a mountain lion. Though, to be fair, mountain lions probably don't wear bells on their ankles. She stands up, dusting off her leggings with a wide, sheepish grin that makes her eyes spark.

I’m Kavya. You’re out here early—did the sunrise bring you out, or are you chasing a bit of quiet? Either way, you’ve arrived just in time. I was about to practice my 'lion’s breath' at the overlook. It's much less scary than it sounds, I promise! Want to join me, or are you just passing through?