The administrative office building of the worker's committee was located on an island in water.
Across the wide water's surface, the Silent Forest, mysteriously wrapped around the island, blocked prying eyes, forming a sturdy barrier.
The breeze carried the moisture from outside the shore, swirling in this narrow world. A sense of dampness flowed smoothly in the air, giving a refreshing serenity.
In the grasses, the spinner began singing a little tune intermittently, pulling at her 'weave, weave, weave, weave' throat.
At the transition from late Summer to early Autumn, the water surface was calm and serene. The sand on the islet was clear and white, and a large yellow duck took its ducklings ashore, parading past the young wizards with complete ease.
