In the time after she had visited each land, the memories of them had faded. And she hadn’t stayed long enough to form more than a first impression really anyway, so other than knowing there was a volcano here, Sloane really remembered nothing about Tephra. And her guide hasn’t been able to tell her, exactly, so she keeps her eyes open and her senses alert as they travel, and even more so at the first hint of sulfur in the air, indicating their arrival.
Sloene is content to travel in near-silence, a companionable silence, broken only by the sound of their hooves, but the sound of running water is welcome too. It’s not a long journey from Field to Tephra, but she lowers her head gratefully to take a drink anyway before looking around them. The water is just a little odd, a different flavor, and she rolls it around in her mouth before taking another sip, deciding it’s not so bad. “It’s beautiful here,” she says aloud to her companion, flashing a warm smile. And she is pleasantly surprised to find she really does find it so – the air is warmer here than in the just-coming spring of the rest of Beqanna, and the grass growing lush and green is no eyesore either.
She wants to talk to her companion, and supposes it would best be done in questions that can be answered with a nod or shake of the head – yes, elaboration would be nice but not necessary and honestly unlikely in this situation. But it’s another little puzzle, little game, to phrase everything she wants to know in a way that can be so simply answered. “Have you lived here long?” she waits for a response, considering before going on. “Is it organized like a Kingdom, then?”
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