The sun here rises in the west, every morning, over the mountains bordering the desert. At the foot of those mountains is the forest, where deep within elves reside. Some say dwarves used to live in the mountains, too. In the middle of the desert, on an oasis, lies the capital.
Airships from the floating continent of Var'cel, to the south, can be seen throughout the sky. Some days, it's thicker than others. Some days, there's not one to be found. There's usually a few ships coming to or going from the capital, at least.
A farming community, on the border of the forest, starts at the edge of the woods and extends east. The roads of the town were paved long ago in stone, by the fairies. The houses were grown by them, or forged in clay. The interior first floor was a bed of grass, kept clean and clear with magical aid. Indeed, shoes were not needed, unless venturing into the fields or beyond the borders of the village. But even the fields were fairly safe for bare-footed wandering.
The sun peeks through the window of a young lady, this fine morning. If she doesn't rouse, her fairy should... In a town like this, you rise with the sun!
Airships from the floating continent of Var'cel, to the south, can be seen throughout the sky. Some days, it's thicker than others. Some days, there's not one to be found. There's usually a few ships coming to or going from the capital, at least.
A farming community, on the border of the forest, starts at the edge of the woods and extends east. The roads of the town were paved long ago in stone, by the fairies. The houses were grown by them, or forged in clay. The interior first floor was a bed of grass, kept clean and clear with magical aid. Indeed, shoes were not needed, unless venturing into the fields or beyond the borders of the village. But even the fields were fairly safe for bare-footed wandering.
The sun peeks through the window of a young lady, this fine morning. If she doesn't rouse, her fairy should... In a town like this, you rise with the sun!
