gentle touch
The young woman (at least, she was relatively young in comparison to her) admitted that she hadn't really explored this place yet. It was definitely a unique terrain, from all the places she had ventured to, and she hoped this stranger might enjoy it just as she still enjoyed visiting, after all the years that had passed. "I have," Ara admittedly easily, nodding. "I was born in these lands. There's two more structures like this one, if you follow the fence south." This one, the larger of the three, was the one that held the most interest to her, though the one that stood in the center held contraptions that she was sure would be of interest to some. "And if you head that way-" Ara gestured to the west of where they stood, where a once-plowed field still stood, some crops growing sparsely after all these years. "-there's some quite interesting plants growing out there. Lots of prey, too." She remembered fondly the days of her youth, and remembered chasing mice through those fields, even though her time spent in these lands had been short. |
