Alongside the river, sometimes too close to
its edge, homes of the valley folk clustered
beneath the calm twin siblings of blue water and sky. Past these houses, when
the hills did not rise immediately from the beach as they were prone to do, the
hinterland spread in long acres of field and fancy—fancy having more than a
little power in the valley—stretching out like yawning earth. A couple of
lapzine fields had been left to struggle, having survived a swelling of the
river; few people remained to tend their blue-tinged flowers or harvest their
gel-like resin for lamplight.
Beyond the initial hills and inclines rose
greater cliffs, at points almost completely hiding the river valley from the
view or acknowledgement of the outside world, such was their height. And
finally, before anything “modern” could be reckoned, there spread the Farlands.
Still considered of the valley proper by most aside from the college, those of
the outside world ignored them as wilderness. Things were changing, though. A
new organism called ‘Industry’ was starting to take notice of certain regions
of the Farlands. And Industry began to wander about this seemingly unused land,
wondering how it might be used for its own industrious progress. This new
attention made a few of the valley’s unseen inhabitants very uneasy.
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