After the appearance of the horses, the lake got fully covered in mature wheat and red poppies, as some farmers of the Gottilsi race reaped the harvest by their sickles. And there was no ground whereupon to walk for them: the Dwarves walked midair too, and midair was also where wheat and poppies both were rooted!
A gust of wind bore that weird pastoral scenery away too, and I was left in a deserted, silent plateau. In my company, I only had a thousand doubts of mine, the vaporous breath of Canafaldon, and the sweet sound of water, almost in an imperceptible lapping. So I resumed my ride.
The landscape soon became harsher once more, since now the plateau was bending and dipping in more rocky pinnacles, and I was left to ride among jagged ridges, luckily spared by snow. On both sides of th
