Two Rivers Isle As you are now, ever again

Sometimes the fact that Adylaide only saw the beauty in the world frustrated Ulrich. Rolling his eyes—he couldn’t help it—he said, In the summer, the hills here will be covered in plants and flowers and pretty things. There won’t be a reason to come to this dangerous place. Somehow he was sure she would find a reason to come back, anyway. Still, he was glad that she had backed far away from the edge. She had a sense of self-preservation, after all.

She spoke of warning any others who joined them of this sinkhole. Yes, he agreed. Ideally, we’d give this place a wide berth. Frowning, he tried to think of something positive to say. It does work as a good landmark, if nothing else.