Wapun Meadow I still get these simple thrills

The kind of thing that leaves you in awe. She thought again of Lestan, for some reason, and wondered if he would like the ocean. Maybe he'd been there before.
It sounded like The Gilded Sea, but so unlike it too. It was all endless golden grass in her birthplace, but when the weather turned hot and dry, it was consumed by fire. And there was no other world beneath it; nothing that could not run or fly could survive the flames. She wondered what plants would look like underwater; were they the same, or did they look as strange as a fish did when compared to a rabbit?
That's... amazing, She breathed, a far-away expression on her face as she tried to picture endless water. Mother Rain was far more generous than she had ever imagined. I have to see it. I wonder if the water tastes like plants, or if the plants taste like water.