Miss Emeline Traveler awoke in Benevolence. She had fainted after discovering that her beloved grandmother’s pocket watch had been stolen by Stealthy thieves.
The watch had been returned to her hand, the bruises upon her head had been patted with warm compresses and her muddy skirts cleaned and dried.
“It is a soft land,” Emeline reported. “With gentle infrequent rainfalls.”
Kind Seeds grow a nourishing crop of Joy in Benevolence. When the fields bloom, pink pollen floats over the land.
“The pollen and seeds cure ills. It is impossible to be deeply sad when the wind blows,” Emeline said.
A great slow river runs through benevolence. Immortal gators live on the riverbanks. They’ve watched Benevolence blossom again and again. Children ride upon their backs, swim with them in the water, and place their soft hands inside cavernous maws to touch rounded pearl teeth.
“In some lands, those teeth would fetch a fine price,” says the Guide. "But, past the capitol Trauma, Benevolence does not admit hunters of any kind."
“It is a soft land,” Emeline reported. “With gentle infrequent rainfalls.”
Kind Seeds grow a nourishing crop of Joy in Benevolence. When the fields bloom, pink pollen floats over the land.
“The pollen and seeds cure ills. It is impossible to be deeply sad when the wind blows,” Emeline said.
A great slow river runs through benevolence. Immortal gators live on the riverbanks. They’ve watched Benevolence blossom again and again. Children ride upon their backs, swim with them in the water, and place their soft hands inside cavernous maws to touch rounded pearl teeth.
“In some lands, those teeth would fetch a fine price,” says the Guide. "But, past the capitol Trauma, Benevolence does not admit hunters of any kind."
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