As she looked out over the plains, she couldn't help but admire its likeness to the ocean. How each individual blade moved in unison to create a wave against the breeze. The magical autumn glow from the sunshine above glinting against the meadow. Even in the season of dying, it was so full of life.
As they dipped below a ridge, their home fell out of sight. This was easily the furthest she had ever strayed from the castle grounds, and it kinda left her on edge. However, there was some comfort lent by the presence of her brother. Not that she was scared, more or less just grateful for the company. "How far do you think the plains go on for?" She asked out of curiosity, not really knowing if Thorn knew the answer or not. From what she could tell, it may as well have been forever. Though from her conversation with Balthier, she knew that even the ocean had its ends. Surely the grasslands were no different.
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