Jade Fern Grove a dispiriting light

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Evening broke the rain that had come across the region; the sunset dove beneath the heavy clouds, casting them in warm pinks and purples.  It was hazy in and along the edges of the territory, though Pasha hadn't delved too far inward on that particular day, choosing to stay on the fringes.  He had gallivanted with Whittier at one point, shadowed after his father and then later his aunt before the allure of the borders summoned him back.

Out there, the fog was thick and he was quick to be spirited away to another world in his own imagination.  Like some bold explorer bent on finding a proverbial garden of eden or fountain of youth, Pasha had given up on attempting to tend the borders in order to play on his own.  At least until he came across a scent that smelled of some other canine creature — a fox, though he did not know — and the imaginary world ceased to exist in a blink.  He poured over the deposit, questioning its origin, and promptly squatted to cover it.  That would teach whatever decided that right there was a good spot to relieve themselves.

espers — riding