The air was warm and getting warmer the further south Gizbin travelled. Beneath Gizbin, he watched towns and city lights passing. Yet Beyal's sandals continued without a break. After a time, the lights of civilization stopped and they passed silently over a tall, heavily wooded mountain range with only the occasional car headlights to break the solid darkness below.
"Em," Albion finally called,
"do those look like the spirit mountains to you?" Albion asked nervously to Beyal.
"Don't know," he admitted.
"I've never travelled any further south than my past homes."
"Well, I've gone down to Huntington and this place looks familier."
"Em," Albion finally called,
"do those look like the spirit mountains to you?" Albion asked nervously to Beyal.
"Don't know," he admitted.
"I've never travelled any further south than my past homes."
"Well, I've gone down to Huntington and this place looks familier."
