This is fine, totally fine…everything is fine Petrichor thought to herself as she glided over a seemingly endless stretch of twisting, winding canyons. She was sure she had been flying safely in her own territory moments ago, but she must‘ve dozed off while in the air, and she now found herself hopelessly lost. Surely there has to be someone out here…someone who won’t try to kill me she thought worriedly, still searching the ground below for any sign of movement. The heat was blistering, even at this height, and there was not a cloud in sight. Petrichor was worried about dying of thirst or heat exhaustion, as she knew she couldn’t fly forever. This is fine, totally fine…everything is fine she began to repeat to herself again.