The Riders » Places

         The moment they had hit land, Felix led his people from their ships. They were curious, every one of them, but he ordered his people to stay put and make camp just off the beach, within the cover of the trees. Scouting parties were sent out immediately, the Chief among them. He could feel magic in the land such as the Gray Folk had not felt in some time, in the exile where they had lived for so long.

Felix slipped through the brush that covered the forest floor, moving swiftly as he grazed his fingers across the tree trunks, looking around, observing. This land was beautiful- so far. How could they ever have left it? He knelt, scooping up the leaves and dirt, letting the dirt sift through his fingers. This land was fertile. It would do them well to settle here. They would have to find a clearing where they could settle.

And once settling had begun, they would have to venture on through the mountains and the forest, to see how the rest of the land had fared in the time that the Gray Folk had been gone. Brushing his hands off on his pants, Felix straightened and continued on. Their scouting expedition was far from over.