Horizon Ridge On my way.

He didn't seem to want to leave the coast. That was fine. he himself loved the the mountains and forests. So he could understand.

Well it depends on where you go. All kinds of landscapes to be found

Rodyn sat in quiet contemplation. How could he tell him of dappled grounds through colored trees. Or pretty flowers in the meadow's whose smell was so strong you couldn't hunt. or when the trees lost their sap it was sweet and sticky from some, bitter and sticky from others.

Mountains reach up and they look like they almost touch the sky. Colors dance on winds wings in autumn forests, and carpets of wildflowers color the grounds of meadows. Sometimes the smell is so strong from flowers in the spring you can't hunt among their little petals.