It grew colder over the next day and a half. Jura traveled quickly and saw little of the wary wildlife. A bit past noon, she heard the Igualda Falls blanketing everything with the dull sound of a thousand sand splashes. The trail led her onto a moist slate outcropping which the river sped past, flinging itself into empty air and down mossy cliffs. Before her lay Palacar Valley, exposed like an unrolled map. The base of Igualda Falls, more than a half-mile below, was the northernmost point of the valley. A little ways from the falls was Ponyville, a cluster of brown buildings. White smoke rose from the chimneys, defiant of the wilderness around it. At this height
Posted on: Sat, 14 Sep 2013 22:42:15 +0000
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