There isn't. The horizon grows as they climb, past that trickle of smoke and into desert air. Go far enough into the Anderfels, and you'll hit rivers, coasts; small islands of green. There are places that it gets pretty, same as a corpse gets pretty, for the lift of bone from rot. Outsiders trek to Our Lady of the Merdaine, and marvel for the size of her. Never think to how much has worn away.
He stops abruptly, hauls a step off the path. A spray of petals and vine snake the rocks: Felicidus Aria.
"Blight rose," Rare, fetch a pretty penny if you pressed it right. Lazar wouldn't dare. "Grows even where the land's gone bad. Go on and take a whiff."
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There isn't. The horizon grows as they climb, past that trickle of smoke and into desert air. Go far enough into the Anderfels, and you'll hit rivers, coasts; small islands of green. There are places that it gets pretty, same as a corpse gets pretty, for the lift of bone from rot. Outsiders trek to Our Lady of the Merdaine, and marvel for the size of her. Never think to how much has worn away.
He stops abruptly, hauls a step off the path. A spray of petals and vine snake the rocks: Felicidus Aria.
"Blight rose," Rare, fetch a pretty penny if you pressed it right. Lazar wouldn't dare. "Grows even where the land's gone bad. Go on and take a whiff."
Sweet as honey.