Cascade's Misty Realm

Cascade lived in the rain. Her terrarium was a vertical jungle of cork bark and live plants, kept moist by a daily misting that she adored. She would emerge at dusk, licking water droplets from leaves and glass with her tiny, pink tongue. Her jumps were fearless, often from a hand to a shoulder or from a plant to the terrarium wall with a soft *thwip* of her toe pads engaging. She had a crest that looked like a row of delicate feathers, and eyelashes any movie star would envy. The nightly ritual of misting her home now feels like tending an empty garden, missing the bright-eyed observer who reaped its benefits.