Down the Path of Least Resistance

While the gentle hills of the prairie grew into something more dramatic, the lush greenery flourished- even within the gentle grace of autumn.  As to no surprise, Coran had never seen nor heard of this little paradise. It was cleverly tucked away, hidden in some foothills that did a fine job of protecting their eden. The alabaster brute was quite sure the view from atop the ridge lines would be unparalleled- but at the same time, he was certain that it wouldn't be the same as winding his way through the valleys- scoping out the different flora that remained even so late in the season. He was by no means a healer or a gardener, but if something unusual caught his eye, he wouldn't hesitate to collect a specimen to return to Valhalla on the chance it could be of use.

It seemed that he wasn't the first to take a walk through the garden. He traced a game trail that ran a path of least resistance, beaten down by prey and predator alike. It made things easy in a sense of not having to put much thought into traversing the ground, allowing him more opportunity to enjoy his surroundings. It was always difficult for him to put his responsibilities on a back burner- but that, of course, was the reason for this excursion. And this was certainly the most at peace he had felt in several weeks.