Paolo walked this trail up the mountains many times. He hiked as far as the mountain plateau in the summertime, but as fall fell to winter and the rain had become more frequent, he stayed at ground level. Now he and Kail hiked this path, both aware of the pitfalls of falling, to a viewing area that Kail had simply walked past earlier.
Rain had yet to start for the day, though for it being as deep into the fall as it was the sky was mostly clear. The area around the viewing point was dry and they sat, admiring the view before them. Kail looked out over the ever-changing landscape of Zradon.
“You know, when the brown dragons move things, you can watch it from here without fear of getting in the way or being yelled at.” Paolo said.
Kail watched as certain parts of the outer sections of the
