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Ruieze Fields

Open fields and soft grass...
Ruieze stretches far in the midlands of Moladion, laced with streams that feed into Diveen and out of Asteraia at times. The fields are vast, filled with wildflowers and tall, soft grass; trees are sparse, as are rocks, but one can find small shrubs to hide amongst, and the grass itself. To the south of the fields, a Ruieze River widens, and the ground becomes sandy. There is a small, grassy island that can be reached from the banks, with water-birds often congregating on the island rather than the riverbanks.

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Posted on October 12, 2014 at 03:55:50 AM by ALiCE*

Something about summer made her feel less old. It was an odd feeling, to be less than your age. Alice didn�t do a great job of keeping track, usually using the ages of her children to keep track. Children. How strange children were, and she hadn�t really been keeping the best track of them either. They were around here somewhere, and they were grown now. They could take care and keep track of themselves. The clockwork angel could live her own life, for the most part, now. What a strange, solitary life it had become. Sadness could have been an emotion, if she�d let herself feel it. As always, she didn�t.

Emotions were to be avoided. They would rust the cogs, stick up the gears. Couldn�t have that. Wouldn�t have that. It was just wrong, you see, to screw with the workings of a thing that worked perfectly well. Why fix something that wasn�t broken? The clockwork angel wouldn�t have any of that. She�d go mad first, she�d go mad on purpose. This was something far different and far better, to start with. Alice�s state was stable at best, and at worst� well, she�d always had her gypsies to care for her. She cared for them, and they would reciprocate.

The children had romped off in the way that they had. Alice sat quietly in the tall summer grasses, watching the sunlight fade into a blood red sunset. Stars would start coming out soon, and she was pleased to watch them do so. There was something about sleeping under the stars that made her feel safe, though being a lone wolf in this situation could have been the opposite of that. It didn�t matter, because the clockwork angel hardly acknowledged fear. That was what happened when you weren�t letting emotions so much as sink past your hard outer coat.

She had no reason to feel, anyway.

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