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dorobo
the great plains
He had been slow on their journey back to the Edge. Both because he knew the trek from Dorobo was a long one so Imani must be tired, but also because there was a reason he had left the Edge for the Threshold to begin with. And, on their leisurely journey, he took time to point out landmarks they passed, and motion in the directions of the other herdlands as they passed: the Hidden Falls near the Threshold, the Dragon’s Throat to the South, the Aurora Basin to the far, cold north. He mentioned gods, but did not delve into them deeply as had truthfully had not had much interaction beyond the Rift Battles and the Lady Moon.
Still, though they breached into the Edge’s lands crossing over broken glass, “Mind your step,” he rumbled a warning, eyes glancing at the shard-littered ground, “We hope this will soon be replaced by glass spikes along our borders. There are labors happening around the herdlands, tasks given to us by our patron Moon Goddess, so that she may gift us protection on our borders.” He paused as they crossed fully into the misted trees, both of their hooves now, firmly, in the herdlands.
“Welcome to the World’s Edge. There are sea cliffs to the northwest, you’ll want to see a sunset on them soon. It’s like nothing in all of the Plains,” though he spoke highly of the Edge’s cliffs, he could not entirely keep the soft undercurrent of homesickness that slipped into his deep rumble. So, almost hesitantly, he quietly asked, “What was it like, after the Fall?” Though, he immediately regretted the words the moment they left his black lips.
Still, though they breached into the Edge’s lands crossing over broken glass, “Mind your step,” he rumbled a warning, eyes glancing at the shard-littered ground, “We hope this will soon be replaced by glass spikes along our borders. There are labors happening around the herdlands, tasks given to us by our patron Moon Goddess, so that she may gift us protection on our borders.” He paused as they crossed fully into the misted trees, both of their hooves now, firmly, in the herdlands.
“Welcome to the World’s Edge. There are sea cliffs to the northwest, you’ll want to see a sunset on them soon. It’s like nothing in all of the Plains,” though he spoke highly of the Edge’s cliffs, he could not entirely keep the soft undercurrent of homesickness that slipped into his deep rumble. So, almost hesitantly, he quietly asked, “What was it like, after the Fall?” Though, he immediately regretted the words the moment they left his black lips.
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