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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Each time Thistle ventured beyond the borders of Spirane and Taviora she grew bolder. Despite her young age she was determined to see the whole of Moladion. She wasn't quite brave enough to venture near enough to Iromar to catch a glimpse of this fabled Darkbringer, but if she skirted around the woodlands and cut through the valley, perhaps she could catch a glimpse of the sea of tall grass or the island in the middle of the lake. Her mind and her heart set on her destination, Thistle had crept from Spirane, cutting down the mountain and slipping through Taviora, a bounce in her step.

Having learned from her last visit to the valley, she was careful in her descent, choosing a hill with a shallower grade, hopping gleefully from rock to rock and giggling to herself. She paused in the valley just long enough to find herself a smooth pebble near the lake with a small lump on it. Yes, this was a good little rock, she'd carry it with her on the journey to the fields and then back to Spirane.

Almost every stone she gathered had some sort of story attached to it and somehow she remembered them all. Like tangible memories piled in the corner of the den she shared with her mother and brothers. This stone would hold the story of adventure and discovery! She was sure of it.

Rock held safely in her mouth, Thistle fairly skipped along as she made her way from valley to field, her rump swaying with the force of her wagging tail at the sight of the grasses that would tickle her chin or even her ears. Mismatched eyes were wide as they soaked up the way the grasses seemed to sway and dance in the breeze, peppered with bright wildflowers. With a muffled yodel of excitement, she crouched down then took a big ol' leap into the grass.

Crouching down so it swallowed her, she crept through it, pretending that she was stalking a deer. She'd heard enough hunting stories and had a good enough imagination that she could almost picture the deer parting the grass with her slender legs, dipping her head to nibble at the new leaves of a flower cluster. Still, despite her best efforts to be stealthy, the pup had no notion of how to move with the grass or particularly quietly, leaving a void in the rippling vegetation and a distinct swishing sound as her tail brushed back and forth with her excitement.

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