Noctisardor Bypass fülle

mahler nodded. "each place, each forest, in rivenvood has its own name."
he walked westward with ellora, around the tree-lined edge of the lagoon until the rich land widened into a cape that butted up against the river which fed the bypass.
the air was sweet with loam. the ground was rich underfoot, and here the pines clustered together, muting the noise of the outside world. "i scented a coyote not long ago. not since then, but it is good that ve came this way."
mahler began to mark, reestablishing the boundaries of rivenwood.