Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191209000634/@comment-25828117-20191209190428

The road advanced forward into foothills of the Gold Coast interior which existed out of mostly shrublands with yellow orange and now green grass. Here and there trees grew in clusters and thickets, which usually consisted of a combination of evergreen and near leafless decidious trees, The latter of which revealing the true season in the otherwise temperate climate. In far far distance the mountainous regions of southern Hammerfell could be seen to form a spine on the horizon. Supposedly they lay beyond the mighty Brena river which acted as the border between Cyrodiil and Hammerfell up to the Colovian Highlands where one of its two springs could be found.

There was a raw beauty to the surroundings. Especially where native flowers, favoured by the equally native hummingbird, grew as tiny dots of purple, blue and blood red in a sea of greens and yellows.

Nemicus didn't come home often for various personal reasons but even then, he could be seen enjoying the surrounding countryside with a fondness only nostalgia can provide.

Helian's eyes were mostly on Dancilius who darted over the covenant in low swoops. Sometimes low enough that the gust of wind generated from his wings would rush over them. The lad was training the beast to come low without crashing down into the ground.

Lysilde rode at the side, and was looking to see if everyone was alright. Maybe there was someone who wanted something of their chest, anything.

Midnight had been the last one to get a horse, having been convinced by Lysilde that such a creature would make him less 'inconspicious'. He didn't see the point of it but humored Lysilde like he usually did. His horse was a pitch black race-stallion named Jakajay.