Blacktail Deer Plateau reporting the patterns row by line

Osprey admired the mountains but had never dared to cross them. She preferred to stay in the flatlands, among the lush green of the grass and foliage, dark browns and blacks of the earth and blue of the waters - the colors and very things that meant life and living. There - where gray of the stones and white of the snows ruled - as beautiful and enticing they were, she feared to set her paws on. It was safer to stay here and daydream about, what creatures dwelled there, what secret places did the mountains hide, what it was to meet clouds half-way and take paths that could lead you anywhere.

Her gaze lingered at the distant and snow-covered mountain-tops for a while, thinking about the valley trolls making their way up there to meet and talk and maybe dance. For a moment she wished she was able to follow them. But this thought was a fleeting thing. It appeared and then was flown away like a dead leaf in autumn. "Maybe they do," she eventually replied. "No - I have never been to that side. Never felt the pull that strong. Besides - even on this side of the mountains there are so many places to explore and see," she felt the need to explain herself, even though Mordecai had not asked for it.

"But you sound like an expert about The Other side," she said with a smile. "Have you seen, what's there? What's living there - folk like us or... aliens?"