Queen of Summer

Beautiful, swollen, and fire-scarred. She sits overlooking the water of Bald Creek, at Girraween.

Still thinking about this, since she’s the Queen of Summer, the Queen of Fire, the Queen of Sticks. Strong and solid, with a heart of gold.
She’s almost an enigma – she’s aloof and unaproachable, but she’s a mother – mothers are always approachable!