arrival at last

*Rheum*

It was different not being in the bamboo anymore. She missed it fondly. The quiet knocking sounds of the stalks, the lapping of ocean water against the bay. All of those sounds she had grown familiar with were now a distant memory she used to fall asleep at night. Now she had different noises. The coo of mourning doves, the rustle of grass in a warm spring breeze. They were pleasant sounds, but something she had yet to grow accustomed to.

Rheum thinks about this. Taking in what the Range has to offer. Corbie had welcomed her and Rexx into her pack and there was much to learn. What animals they kept, how they were kept, where they were kept. The buildings that were scattered about the Range and what all happened in each one. What crafts did everyone specialize in? What would the weather be like? Seasons were different in Boreas. Her internal clock kept trying to tell her it was time for fall, but as she looked about, all she saw were budding blossoms and bright green leaves.

Sitting beneath a small lean-to out in one of the fields where she watched a herd of goats graze, Rheum contemplated. She watched too. Noticed how they grazed, where they grazed, if they stayed in a group. It seemed the goats weren't particularly specific about what they ate, but they did prefer to stay together. Interesting nonetheless to a girl who didn't quite have an understanding of herd animals.

Rheum Genji-Archer

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