Limestone Ridge
Quiet is the land here, a melodious serenade of crickets, birds, and the rushing water. Formed by sedimentary rock, the ridges are truly magnificent to the eye – a sight one will never forget. The wind is cool, blowing steadily throughout the year. During sunset and sunrise, it seems as if the Lord himself wiped his paintbrushes across the vibrant canyons.
This land is closed. It is no longer habitable.
hope dangles on a string
IP: 65.39.19.215
Posted on November 30, 2009 at 11:54:38 PM by agetta
i am fairly agile, i can bend and not break
or i can break and take it with a smile
It made Agetta proud to know that the Amazons weren’t going to let the destruction of their beloved jungle stop them from striving for survival. She wasn’t sure how many of them were here, or whether or not they’d be different from the Amazons she remembered, but that was sure to be something she would discover in the near future. And it would be, without a doubt, something that she was going to enjoy discovering. It had been a long time for her as well since she had been assigned something to do and somewhere to go, and it was with joy that the pale mare fell back into the pattern.
She moves along Plumeria, accepting the silence - but not feeling it to be awkward in the least. Sometimes silences weren’t exactly comfortable but there was nothing wrong with this one.
It doesn’t take too long, and they make fairly good time, before they come to where the Amazons are beginning to regroup. There are a few familiar scents - one in particular that makes this pale mare chuckle softly before she responds to the question that Plumeria posed. “Yes, quite different.”
She doesn’t call out, because if this really is where the Amazons is then their presence was already well noted.
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