Hoshor Plains do you know how long it would take me to read thirteen billion books.

*scoots mato in here*

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The starlight king follows Rannoch and company as they flit from territory to territory in search of the place they will together claim and call osta; in truth Mato does not mind the journey. He enjoys the expedition and the opportunity to explore territories that are beyond his wildest imagination. As hard as it was for him to leave beyond Broken Antler Fen and his family he is undeniably glad that he has if only because he is given a chance to experience things that he would not have otherwise. The empyrean is enchanted and though there is an ache in his heart for his parents and siblings he is happy. The guardian of the earth is a sprite of the terra and all of it’s wonders and he finds immeasurable peace in newfound freedom, unshackled by rules and the fear of what lay beyond the safety of the only home he ever knew. There is no fear at what he does not know: only a curiosity.

The plains are so very different than the other territories the gathering of youths has called temporary home. They are aired and crisp, the tall heather grasses tickle his hocks and elbows as he moves through them, mindful of the large beasts that he thinks he has heard one of his pack-mates call buffalo in passing. They are massive and powerful beasts and Mato is fascinated by them in the same way that he is fascinated by new territories. He gives them a wide berth for the fear of being trampled by their hooves but they do not seem all that bothered by him as he studies them from afar. Movement catches his attention and candescent verdant gaze rises from the thick beast to the young woman that moves amiably among them. He recognizes her from sight but vaguely. They have not been introduced and the druid is struck by the sudden desire to amend that thus letting out a soft chuff of greeting to garner her attention.

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