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Despite her intention to return seaside as she preferred, Ixchel remained inland for a while longer, curious for the life that had fostered itself in places where there was no salt on the air and no ocean to respect. She did not fear the land. Not with its immobile trees and wiggling shrubbery. There was no uncertainty in the manners of tall rocks and rapid rivers here. Nothing here had yet to awe her as did the Mothersea... but this was not to say she found no beauty where she went.

The lake she observed was teeming and blue, with the sort of small waves made by a decent breeze on an ideal afternoon. She watched the reflection of the high sun on the water, just watching for a while as the noise and multitude of scents here took her thoughts away from the ocean and into the present. Unwilling to disturb the scene yet by sending her predatory carriage into the preyhaven, Ixchel reclined neatly on her chosen hillock, and admired the sweet-tempered valley.
 

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