Purple Water Pigs

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Sister Bomia’s Adventure Diary

Across The Sea Of Grass

Ottersday 2, Roc Month, Year 25 of the Golden Emperor

Dear Diary,

You would think walking across a vast sea of grass like this would be boring, but it isn’t. Here we are, a day and a half into our journey to the city, and we see a few interesting things every hour. True, some of the things are a bit more dangerous than others, but most are harmless and beautiful.

On the dangerous side, we have seen several of the large cats that hunt the various grazing animals, but they only tracked us a few minutes before Olivia shooed them away with a gentle Waterball spell. We heard wolves last night, off to the north, but have not seen any yet.

We also encountered a very large viper, at least 8 feet long. It was in the process of swallowing a ground squirrel the size of a small child, so it was easily avoided.

A stand of very pretty flowers had all of us sneezing for a good 20 minutes, but I wouldn’t call them dangerous. Aside from that, no other plants have affected us. Of course, we aren’t eating any of them, either.

On the harmless side, we have seen dozens of flowers and other plants that are new to us. Both Olivia and I are collecting samples. There are also around half a dozen species of grass that make up this green sea, most of then coarse and tough, but at least two species are finer and grow taller. Different animals seem to favor a particular grass.

The small groves of short trees all grow near the many little streams we cross. At this time of year, the streams are still running a few inches deep and a yard or two wide. I’d say that by midsummer, most will be dry. Still, right now there are frogs and small fish in the streams. Birds that eat both are plentiful, too.

The hoofed animal range from enormous bison to smallish wild cattle to every kind of deer, antelope, a gazelle you might imagine. There are also a couple of species of large flightless birds out here among the herds. One appears to be a grass eater, but the other is a predator of the many rodents we’ve seen.

Well, Diary, it’s time to stop for lunch and a rest. We will probably reach the city tomorrow night. I’ll write more then.

Sister Bomia Evarain