heaven help a fool who falls in love
As soon as she reaches the border, Adalyn knows she will be staying for a while. The endless hooting and cawing and rustling and roaring of life that reaches her ears is exactly what she’s needed after walking silently for a few hours. The trip between the field and the Jungle left the water girl to her own thoughts, none of which were incredibly interesting. She’d eventually started up a sweet little tune from her childhood. It told of the Dale’s strong mountains and rippling lakes and warm sunny days and how when the birds sung you knew life would be pleasant. It was one Adalyn often visited when she grew bored with the silence of travel.
But here, with the loud orchestra of life pounding in her ears, Adalyn knows she won’t need her Dale-enriched tunes to fill the silence any longer.
She pauses at the border, allowing her legs a few minutes to rest from the long walk. She can sense water brimming just past the territory’s perimeters – waterfalls and streams and rivers and creeks and rain almost every day. Although the certainty that she can develop her abilities even further excites her, nothing entices the adventurer more than the fact that she will have a place to put her energy toward. Her manners keep her from launching across the border, so Adalyn settles her slightly sweaty body against a large tree trunk and waits for a passerby or patroller or someone to greet her.
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