The scarred grey stallion walked with purpose through the field, carving his own path through the tall orange-brown grass that brushed gently against his underbelly. It was a mellow afternoon, and he fit right into the landscape. The sun spread warmly across his back, the grass parted before him as though showing the way. A lazy sense of ease filled the scene, undeterred by the eager beckoning of the tree at the heart of the plains.
The tree which called, by the flutter of its leaves and the far-flung reach of its story, to all of Novus.
It called and Eik responded. Slow and steady he crossed the Arma Mountains, then tapered North across the foothills of Veneror. It felt strange to have Solterra to one side of him-- he was most always going to or from the desert kingdom, never skirting it by like this-- and from the East came a dry warm wind that whispered to him things best not repeated.
The tree was just as he imagined it. Nothing more, nothing less. He walked right up to it, placed his cheek to its rough bark, and sighed. Far below, roots dug into thick black-brown soil and underground rivers ran to the sea-- as it was, as it always would be. It gave him comfort to know the story would keep going long after he was gone.
The tree which called, by the flutter of its leaves and the far-flung reach of its story, to all of Novus.
It called and Eik responded. Slow and steady he crossed the Arma Mountains, then tapered North across the foothills of Veneror. It felt strange to have Solterra to one side of him-- he was most always going to or from the desert kingdom, never skirting it by like this-- and from the East came a dry warm wind that whispered to him things best not repeated.
The tree was just as he imagined it. Nothing more, nothing less. He walked right up to it, placed his cheek to its rough bark, and sighed. Far below, roots dug into thick black-brown soil and underground rivers ran to the sea-- as it was, as it always would be. It gave him comfort to know the story would keep going long after he was gone.
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