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glacial_queenFor their last full day in Kaeleer, Karla had a special surprise planned for everyone. Well, it probably wasn’t a surprise, per se, as she was pretty sure that everyone had guess what was coming. Because, seriously, you couldn’t have a trio to Kaeleer that didn’t culminate in a trip to Sceval. Not that she told anywhere where they were going, even as they boarded the Coach.
Sceval was a Territory of mostly rolling hills and long grasslands, with some pockets of forests and a small range of mountains. It grew no crops and imported none, there was no plundering of the natural resources, either the ore in the mountains or the wood of the forests. The Blood in Sceval had no need for such things; they were happy to drink only the water that flowed in crystal streams and ate what grew naturally. The Blood in Sceval had no need for jewelry (save their Jewels), for silks and satins, or for exotic perfumes.
It was impossible to say where in Sceval the Coach had dropped them; with no cities or roads, one part of the Territory looked much like any other, save the differences in natural landmarks. Jaenelle had been insistent that this was where the Coach needed to land, and the Coachman saw no reason to argue, even though the area where they landed was completely deserted. “Come on, this way,” Jaenelle said, pointing at a small strip of woods to the west. “We need to go through there.”
The hike through the woods lasted a good half hour, and even then, no one explained where they were going. No one was allowed to dawdle or explore either, and the so-called rest break they got barely lasted long enough for everyone to get a drink from the stream. “Just a little farther,” Karla promised as they spotted a break in the trees.
The tree line ended on a small hillside, so the students piling out of the woods could look down and see for miles. There was a small path leading down the hill, for when they decided to go down and mingle with the Blood of Sceval, who were waiting for them beyond the drop off.
The Blood of Sceval were unicorns.
[You know the drill Have at! Unicorns!]
Sceval was a Territory of mostly rolling hills and long grasslands, with some pockets of forests and a small range of mountains. It grew no crops and imported none, there was no plundering of the natural resources, either the ore in the mountains or the wood of the forests. The Blood in Sceval had no need for such things; they were happy to drink only the water that flowed in crystal streams and ate what grew naturally. The Blood in Sceval had no need for jewelry (save their Jewels), for silks and satins, or for exotic perfumes.
It was impossible to say where in Sceval the Coach had dropped them; with no cities or roads, one part of the Territory looked much like any other, save the differences in natural landmarks. Jaenelle had been insistent that this was where the Coach needed to land, and the Coachman saw no reason to argue, even though the area where they landed was completely deserted. “Come on, this way,” Jaenelle said, pointing at a small strip of woods to the west. “We need to go through there.”
The hike through the woods lasted a good half hour, and even then, no one explained where they were going. No one was allowed to dawdle or explore either, and the so-called rest break they got barely lasted long enough for everyone to get a drink from the stream. “Just a little farther,” Karla promised as they spotted a break in the trees.
The tree line ended on a small hillside, so the students piling out of the woods could look down and see for miles. There was a small path leading down the hill, for when they decided to go down and mingle with the Blood of Sceval, who were waiting for them beyond the drop off.
The Blood of Sceval were unicorns.
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Re: The Woods
Date: 2010-04-07 06:43 pm (UTC)"No. You wouldn't," she noted; she was on to that to-a-fault aspect of his. "Lying to strangers is one thing, but . . ."
Okay, maybe she had a different take on it than he did.
Re: The Woods
Date: 2010-04-07 06:47 pm (UTC)Re: The Woods
Date: 2010-04-07 07:00 pm (UTC)Re: The Woods
Date: 2010-04-07 07:03 pm (UTC)When he found out about thirty seconds later, he suddenly remembered how to hold his tongue.
Re: The Woods
Date: 2010-04-07 07:13 pm (UTC). . . diplomatic, though. On a curve of Choovanski.