Blacktail Deer Plateau A slamming door and a lesson learned

exultation beat in his breast, and was not quelled by dante's quiet words. the silver man had not condemned the idea outright -- he would consider it -- and lasher's mind began to search the memories of the places he had been, and ponder the safety and welcoming nature of the areas he had not yet explored. his shoulder gave a twinge then, as if to remind him of his middle-age. such a trek would toll his body, but it would be welcomed, if only to escape the sour air that had settled on the plateau as of late.

"no matter what is decided, this place will be loved forever." here was where the mother of saena and pura was buried; where memories had been created, etched indelibly into the earth. it would not be easy to leave behind this land, but perhaps it would be worthwhile in the end.