Chapter 46
CHEVEYO The garden was always a little brighter when it rained. It was as if the sky's gift was liquid magic, washing our world and revealing what had always been there, nature in her humble splendor. Buttercups turned to gold, the grass turned into every dreamer's meadow's shade, roots were quenched, and the soil was revitalized. Bursts of birdsong greeted them as the rain pattered down, their hearts rejoicing at the arrival of the rain. I was at the swing again after the night of finishing the book with Brielle, taking the time again to breathe the fresh air and see the mountains from below me; for an untold amount of time, the mountains have protected the essence of this place and spoke of it in wordless words. The land of Nokuni was ever beautiful, and to think that soonly it might
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