Cerulean Cape Sailor's Melody

it was a beautiful picture, this illustrious north. in his minds eye val envisioned an endless league of golden grass, tall ruby coneflower heads waving in the wind while hares nibbled clover and the snow from the northern summits glinted as they melted into rivers that cut their way down a glittering green valley’s face.

he remained still as louis approached; he would allow the man to sample from his pelt the stories buried there, but no more.

i’ve gone east and south. the ocean never ends, it just keeps going along the southwestern edge. to the east there are flatlands, marshes, and even mountains. he thought of the jagged teeth of the barrier mountains, their distant shoulders a haggard blue from distance. but now i have little reason to travel. i’ve seen enough to know my place is here.