from the hinterlands, he progresses around the mountains that split the hinterlands from the wilderness like the severed jawbone of a long forgotten titan. it's peaks are the broken and rugged teeth that look like they could pierce the heavens. the morning is early, cooler than it has been in some time, the velveteen colors of night melding into the early spun sugar colors of dawn that breaks across the sky.
but it is a clear morning and that gives syaoran a clear path despite that the journey was long.
when he reaches the silverlight terrace, the morning sun has just begun to peak over the horizon, warm orange rays touching upon the fresh dew kissed grasses painted in soft emerald. he pauses at a small pool of water from the most recent rain and takes a long drink; ears attentive to any signs of approach.
but it is a clear morning and that gives syaoran a clear path despite that the journey was long.
when he reaches the silverlight terrace, the morning sun has just begun to peak over the horizon, warm orange rays touching upon the fresh dew kissed grasses painted in soft emerald. he pauses at a small pool of water from the most recent rain and takes a long drink; ears attentive to any signs of approach.
July 23, 2021, 10:10 AM
After a night of precariously balancing at the edge of the mountain range, the universe decided that today wouldn’t be the day Buzzard croaked via fall. As the sun rose the rocky terrain dipped into a valley. A very moist valley.
Each step they took was kinda squishy and a bit slippery from the morning frost. That was no bother to them. Free ice rink! A pretty shitty one but hey free stuff is always good.
Buzzard ran, slid for a few seconds, stopped. Run, slide, stop. Over and over and over. It wasn’t as fun as a frozen lake, but they found some entertainment in it. But it wasn’t enough to dismiss their approach towards some random dude.
Each step they took was kinda squishy and a bit slippery from the morning frost. That was no bother to them. Free ice rink! A pretty shitty one but hey free stuff is always good.
Buzzard ran, slid for a few seconds, stopped. Run, slide, stop. Over and over and over. It wasn’t as fun as a frozen lake, but they found some entertainment in it. But it wasn’t enough to dismiss their approach towards some random dude.
Hey random dude!they called as they kept sliding.
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