Part one: The Ground-Sea
His asymmetrical gaze roamed the moorland, the red and green heathers improbable lushness atop of such weathered rock was reassuringly wholesome. His weather-eye, given to him by the captain, showed him the dazzling colours of the flowers which truly shone, and the darkness of the foliage as it absorbed all of the sunshine it could. Nate smiled his simple smile at the beauty of it all.
She strode purposefully forwards, like a cat walking home for its dinner. Her movements were graceful, and she seemed perfectly focused, inside she was planning and re-planning, strategising and working out what came next. Aurora was calm, this world held nothing which could prevent her meeting her ends. She would do this perfectly, there would be no mistakes.
He sat small, atop Auroras pack; still and calm as an extra bedroll. His eyes seemed open, but truly he had another eyelid which closed in this bright daylight to shield him from the dazzling of the day. Anant could think his thoughts to peoples minds, and was here finding what life was like away from his family, his colony.
He had a new family now, and it was this strange space above the ground.
Swaggering along behind his short legs found the pace hard to keep, but he'd be damned if he'd let on! He patted his donkey with surprising tenderness, its back laden with carefully wrapped, supremely heavy baggage. The finest metal and craft-blades this side of Arcadia. Swarf was proud of his trade, and impatient with this green pair. Especially Nathaniel, as green as they come that one!
The four made good progress across the rolling tufty moreland, when suddenly it did meet the sky. The ground-sea, featureless and flat and dead and endless. This way was Arcadia, This way they must go.
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