Ocean's Breath Plateau that ache in your shoulders

much the same, govinda answered. though i've done a lot of traveling. but a southern forest is where i was born, yes. he could see it now, the trees springing up before him, the warm, sweet-musk smell of his mother wreathing 'round him like an embrace. ah, rekha. . . he had hardly known her, and yet he felt as though he knew her better than anyone. perhaps because he was more comprised of her than anyone else.

he sniffed, taking a breath and shaking away the ghosts of his past. if you need a place to stay, the grove is there, he repeated for emphasis, smiling. i won't turn a southern man away from my borders. we have to stick together, especially through the long winter. the long, unforgiving winter.