~ TARKYN ~
"Oh, Tarkyn… it's beautiful," Harth breathed.
They'd had to crawl through portions of the ravine that were overgrown with bush and vines, but that had only reassured Tarkyn that they were unlikely to meet other travelers out here.
Both of them were speaking more easily now, walking with less tension when they didn't have to crawl through vines and branches.
He'd drawn Harth through the dark, narrow ravine with its high, rock walls and trees growing even from the cracks in them. Between the rock walls that curved overhead until they almost touched, and the vines and branches from the trees, very little of the sun could be seen in the ravine. It brightened a little when the walls gave way and opened to the wooded area, but the trees here were small and thick, slow-growers with dense canopy.
