For the most part, the landscape had proven dry and craggy, not to my tastes at all. But every so often I'd come across a pool or a stream, and get my feet wet just long enough to feel a bit more at home. The little trickles and rivulets converged in some places, making pretty little ponds and lakes where the rocks were interupted with thick plant life. Much better, in my opinion.
It was slow, at first. I hadn't been called on to do much of anything, warlike or not. Which made it that much easier to just linger in a little pond I'd dubbed my own and just get comfortable. The complacency wouldn't last. Sooner or later someone would come by and tell me to do something or other, and what the hell, I might actually do it. So this little bit of peace and quiet was as welcome as could be.
I hadn't been this alone in a long time. It was just me and the newly emerging bullfrogs lurking among the waterlilies and the cattails, not giving a fuck about the world in general. I was going to get bored soon. I always did, and it didn't usually end well. But so far, no one but a hapless garter snake had fallen foul of my path. That little bugger now lay coiled up in the brush, several feet from his head.
Maybe I'd go find another one later in the afternoon. Or maybe I'd go for a little fly. It wasn't something I'd indulged in much since coming here, as my shiny ass flitting through kingdom air would probably bring in more attention than I felt like dealing with at the moment. Decisions, decisions...