lands imagined by eye and ear
…The Eight arrived on a glorious day and were greeted with gifts and spiced sweets.
A line of young maidens beckoned them on, onto a path of petals pink, with a spray of fragrant perfume as they passed. So here they left their protectors behind. They came to a field of wild plume in bloom and a table set beyond their dreams. Platters replete with succulent meats, rare delicacies and decadent treats, dish after tempting dish, each more sumptuous than the next, and mugglets of pure silver pom wine to drink. At the head, the white-bearded Semperor himself, who stood with welcoming warmth and wide arms. “My children, precious people, how good you would come. Please…” He motioned for them to be seated…