Chunhua was walking with the Stormfleece girl, whose name she now knew to be Bridget, down a trail leading through a peaceful pine forest. Being taken in, by the serene quiet: of the only sounds coming from their trudging footsteps, along a ground of loose-pebbled dirt covered in spilled pine needles; and the echoing calls of exotic tropical species of birds. Basking, in the unspoiled air, livened with the aromas of fruit-bearing trees and flowering shrubs.
After a while, though, the two began conversing as they continued along:
"You won't find a place like this in Seaspan," Bridget commented, just as her sights honed onto a Toucan perched on a nearby branch.
"It's all 'real,' too," Chunhua said. "Supposedly."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Well...how broad is your knowledge of the Gnomish people?"
