lands imagined by eye and ear
When we woke in the morning we all took stock of our new world and each of its wonders.
The wood’s edge was lined by a dense stand of arbors — great, stately hoaks full of cheek-filling haycorns and tall, sweeping swillows as well — leavish trees willing to let us pass. They quickly gave way to a soft, mossy grove that welcomed bare feet and caressed the toes. From there the land rose in a slope just so to form a fine hillock for defenders to hold and for keeping a watch on the wide plain below. Atop of that hillock our peeled eyes found six sibling hillocks all around, each one a little less high and more round, but blessed of green pastures for boven to graze with soft sweetgrass for pleasing cheese.
And along those wee, lazy fields flowed a forest lavish and alive, of wildflowers bright by honey hives, of fleshfruit hung low, fat nuts to try, with truffle root for Treasure Pie, and flocks of slow billit to catch and fry. For builder and maker it offered as much, in everwood lumber and limberwood trunks, or stone of all sorts for our roads, huts, and such…