Redtail Rise feuersturm

perhaps a @Stag to tag along, if u have time <3

mahler had not cared for the plains, bordered on the left by a swollen, reeking marsh, and on the right by a naked swathe of scree. this place too, he recalled, for in the distance he remembered the place where takiyok had suffered her first loss.
refusing to be caught at by grief from another time, mahler gratefully climbed the gentle slope of a wet rise. previously blackened trunks swam with bright new greenery, traceries of wildflowers, and in the distance, a beautiful mountain with dark emerald slopes. "vhat a sight," he muttered to himself, though loud enough to be heard.