Chapter 13
FarmAfter hours of travelling, the trees came to an abrupt end. Everyone in the little group felt damp, although under the trees. The light rain seeped down through the canopy and ran down their necks. Water clung to skin, even inside their boots and lank hair hung down dripping water into eyes.
Asphodel blinked to try to clear her vision. When she did, she found herself looking down at a valley surrounded by high mountains. A river ran along the bottom, and she could see snow fields still lying on patches on the heights.
Flowers bloomed everywhere, of many types. She could identify some, but many she had never seen before. Gentians and saxifrage, edelweiss and mountain bluebells, flowered in every space. Reds, pinks, yellows, blues and whites. Every colour imaginable.
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