" | Rolling hills of green blanketed the horizon, crowned by intricate rock structures that tell of a time beyond our own. These cobblestones' rhythm against my Bushsteed's hooves a comforting melody; My stance calm and steady as the two brave adventures charter my cart to the next town. These lands I know like the back of my paw, so to see these two gaze in awe outward reminds me when this land's majesty inspired me as well; the vision as worn as my working paws... The orange one peering out as tall as he could warmed my heart. Had I known this feeling, I may of forgone payment to feel that youthful glee bask over my shoulder. The pink one too looked onward at the spectacle of the Stone Rib Valley. Next time I take this path, I should consider taking a moment to try and relive these feelings myself. -- The Mole Merchant |
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