~Chapter 33~
Near ten minutes further down the road, the moss gave way to a forest of short round trees with massive trunks and blue hued leaves, where the road began to incline, the terrain becoming more like rolling foothills.
At the top of the first rise, Mae was struck by the enormity of the view. To the right, the Andrak Mountains vanished over the horizon and wouldn't stop until they reached the ocean by Sap'letor. To her left, the Turash Mountains fell away becoming the hills covered in an endless sea of trees, the small round ones growing into older larger ones, their canopy's expanding out like wisteria. And dotting the landscape, pushed up through the canopy of the forest below, ancient, enormous, towering, giant banyan-like trees, twice as high as they were wide. Overhead a flock of birds flew north, and the forest sang as the wind blew over the hills, with the sounds of rustling leaves and hollow whistles, and life in all its mystery and grandeur.
