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[i]The sky was clouding and the breeze was strong. The grass field was clear, beautiful and covered in various shades of orchid and pink. Birds and other wild life raced across the hills of the clear fields. There were a few homes able to be seen sitting in various locations. Even a bit of visible farming land was fenced off. A stream of smoke gave life to the small homes of the nomad or farmer who lived inside. The homes seemed stable, made of stones rather than wood and plants like the ones in Vrondi. 

The old stones that led out of pearl were as pure and smooth as the town's name suggests. When coming or leaving one would notice the uneven grounds Gaia has all over. It was only this path that gave somewhat easier footing. Aligned like stairs these flattened stones seemed quite old and chipped. Yet they stretched far. Far enough to reach the forest behind the mountain to the north east. One at a time, as the size of the stones were not large enough for multiple people to stand on at once. In a single file line travelers went. Thankfully these ways were seldom traveled. Either due to Nuxta's looming threat or the unwelcoming terrain. Only the hooves or lost trinkets of traders made their way to and fro. [/i]