He had journeyed from the Melodians, along the northern edge of the Gem Woods, every bit as imposing as legend held. For a time, he turned southward, until he glimpsed the towers of Rangaard Castle shining in the distance. Continuing west from there, he skirted the blue northern shores of the Loch, then descended the steep, green expanse lying nestled between the lake and the Zephyr River, stopping briefly to admire the spraying clamor of Wonderfalls. Shouldering his pack once more, he followed the river south toward Berea Town. There'll be a warm bed tonight. His weary stride lengthened abruptly.
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Trek : In 100 Words
He had journeyed from the Melodians, along the northern edge of the Gem Woods, every bit as imposing as legend held. For a time, he turned southward, until he glimpsed the towers of Rangaard Castle shining in the distance. Continuing west from there, he skirted the blue northern shores of the Loch, then descended the steep, green expanse lying nestled between the lake and the Zephyr River, stopping briefly to admire the spraying clamor of Wonderfalls. Shouldering his pack once more, he followed the river south toward Berea Town. There'll be a warm bed tonight. His weary stride lengthened abruptly.
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