"Unfortunately, the books in the Atheneum were all written after the Barrier went up three hundred years ago," he admitted, not without a little embarrassment. "At least, the ones we can read were. I have a rough map of this continent's shape and some of the general areas of it, but no more than that. We've heard rumors of a desert wasteland - somewhere to the west of the Greatwood, I think it is? And a land of fire and heat to the south. There was a Capitol City of the land, once, on the southernmost tip of the continent... but whether it still stands or if it fell in the war I don't know." As for fairies and beasts of legend? No, there was little enough of that he'd found since he'd stumbled across the pictures of the Eirachi last LongNight.
He followed her gaze curiously, from the Palace to elsewhere, and couldn't blame her. The palace seemed a cold place, intimidating but without a warm heart to give it life.
It reminded him of Zariah, come to think of it.
"We'll have to take care that you don't melt in the Torchline sun," he teased lightly, happy to turn his thoughts back to his far more pleasant companion. "Is your bar much farther?"
He followed her gaze curiously, from the Palace to elsewhere, and couldn't blame her. The palace seemed a cold place, intimidating but without a warm heart to give it life.
It reminded him of Zariah, come to think of it.
"We'll have to take care that you don't melt in the Torchline sun," he teased lightly, happy to turn his thoughts back to his far more pleasant companion. "Is your bar much farther?"
