You find yourself in a quiet, peaceful little meadow, sheltered to the west by the face of the Western Cliffs, and to the east by a particularly thick grove of trees. The grass grows tall and thick here, in clumps thick enough to make an enticing mouthful for any grazing beast. Between the trees and the cliffs, the meadow remains shaded enough to make it a nice, relaxing place to be.
A dragon with shimmering white scales and ice blue eyes is curled around a rusted kettle, its body a little smaller than a grown elephant. It is curiously snuffling the kettle and has a few dead birds by its right front paw.
Lanisen comes walking along the path from the north in the late evening, moving wearily. He doesn’t immediately register the absence of birdsong in the trees overhead, but he pauses uncertainly when he does, and takes another moment to turn the corner that brings him within sight of the meadow.
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Lanisen has led the big gray gelding that came with him to the water for a good long drink. His belongings are all packed neatly in a pile just outside the cave where he’s been staying, ready to be loaded. The basin is full of pale gold reflected morning light, only the upper west cliffs directly illuminated.
Jana leads Tristan by the hand into the basin. She holds a small package in her other hand.
Lanisen glances up from the horse when Tohol starts baying, and his whole entire face lights up with a grin. “Good mornin’!”
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Riverbank, Northeast of Beaversdam
You stand at the eastern edge of Lantern Waste, on the northern bank of the Great River. To the west, the dense foliage of the Waste forest makes the riverbank path shady and cool, while to the east and south, Narnia opens into magnificent rolling plains.
The Great River is dammed here by a large assemblage of logs. The dam appears to be sturdy and juts out across the water to the southwest to a charming little mound in the very center of the river. The spillover is constant, but the dam appears to be wide enough to walk on provided one doesn’t mind wet feet.
The riverbank path continues eastward downstream, and follows the riverbank westward into Lantern Waste.
Jana walks along the bank of the river, a small child’s hand in her own.
Lanisen is waiting near the dam, sitting cross-legged on the ground in the shade of a weeping willow.
Tristran stops his mother some distance away. She leans down to speak with him and he points toward the figure under the willow, exclaiming jubilantly. After a few further exchanged words, he scuttles away from her and down the slope toward the man. “Hello!”
Lanisen gets to his feet as Jana and Tristran come into view and steps forward to meet them, pushing aside the hanging willow branches and grinning fit to split. “Hello!”
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