He'd never been asked to deliver anything to the Hollowed Grounds before, and so he'd never come here. The place had a reputation, and more than a little infamy; no one wanted to get stuck inside the Barrier 2.0 because they were in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Or at least, Tal didn't.
But he didn't know where else to get the snow moss he needed. So here he was on a pleasantly chilly but well-thawed Flowerbirth day, scuffing through the Woodlands with his hands jammed in his coat pockets as he peered around the unfamiliar landscape looking for an unfamiliar plant.
High overhead, well above the fresh-budded trees, a pale dragon circled idly and ignored the small birds that tried courageously to harass her away from their nests.
Or at least, Tal didn't.
But he didn't know where else to get the snow moss he needed. So here he was on a pleasantly chilly but well-thawed Flowerbirth day, scuffing through the Woodlands with his hands jammed in his coat pockets as he peered around the unfamiliar landscape looking for an unfamiliar plant.
High overhead, well above the fresh-budded trees, a pale dragon circled idly and ignored the small birds that tried courageously to harass her away from their nests.
