Pick as much flax as I can carry, within reason. Might use this.
Stick a few of those creatures into my pack as well as a bunch of flax, then let's head for the structure in the distance.
You both get a bundle of flax, Mia taking along a few of the little 'uns with her.
Just follow along at the back.
((Right. Due to lack of sleep and various school things, etc, I've been somewhat lazy recently, and only provided one direction. Now that I have a system for rolling stuff, it should go a bit better, sorry for providing only one place, won't happen again. This is
not linear, if it seems to be, yell at me, I'm rushing it. Though that should be settled now.))
You venture further down the meadow, and as you leave the shelter of the huge Dune walls the vista unrolls before you. To your left, a huge, bushy forest grows, after several miles rent by a great wall leaning at an angle to the ground, high above the treetops despite having sunk into the earth, the top apparently broken off. It is supported by great angular buttresses, ideal for passing over it.
Ahead of you is the beaten and barren plain with the rectangular compound situated on it, behind the majority of the meadow, including the huge pond in the middle. And to your right lies a massive golden-amber lake, the thick, clear liquid undulating lazily, ephemeral clouds of steam given off. A few overgrown and scattered shipwrecks lurk along the coastline, alongside a handful of meagre huts by the substances edge. The sand of the beach is brown and light as almonds.
Gradually, you percieve the touch of man upon the world. It is a strange one. None of the focuses of the land octaves are noticeable.