fuck all your dreams; they're not all they seem.
It was a queer little pang which pulled on his heart as he set out on this unfamiliar path to an unfamiliar land. He watches his step closely, remaining close to his wife and their children. He will have time enough when they arrive to converse, for now he is trying to memorise the path there – it is short, fortunately. It would appear their land is in a northern part of Beqanna, the most Northern part, although who knew what lay beyond the mist.
It is a small band which arrives in a towering forest of redwoods and other assorted evergreens. The sound is what he hears next, which is not one of horses chattering but… bird sound, silence, and frogs. It is a weird noise to hear after so long spent in the barren Tundra, but it is a pleasant one nonetheless.
”Our home.” he says finally, when they reach the center. Sadly he has no grand speech prepared, for, at heart, he is a simple, uncomplicated man who desires nothing more than a secure home amongst family and friends. ”Taiga.”
Romek
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