Sensory Experiences On Ramnu

Nullfire, our old friend, a grass equivalent, glows in the sunset;

lurid colors west, blue-gray above, purple east;

flames and smoke on a black volcano;

an approaching storm towers, flashes and rumbles;

increasingly cold air sighs and stirs Yewwl's fur;

the fire that her party has made is both audible and warm;

the Ramnuans spread their vanes to catch the heat.

Thus:

colors;
sounds;
cold and warmth;
the feel of air in fur.

Two reminders that Yewwl is not human: fur and vanes.

A pathetic fallacy: a storm approaches simultaneously with the would-be usurper, the Grand Duke of Hermes.