"YEE HAW COWBOY."
Wait.
Ah, the classics, they never go out of style. You wonder idly how many gallons this hat is.
use the reins to try to avoid driving off anything
You get the rhinos onto the descending road witout incident. turns out, it is rather broad and at a shallow slope. You look out on a wide, deep canyon. at the bottom is a sea that extends to either side to the horizon. You faintly see what may be cliffs directly across though. below you is a layer of cloud, which stretches out across the sea. It seems to rest in a band of hte atmosphere, below the level of the cliffs, but well above the level of the canyon floor. As you enter the cloud layer, visibility drops to near zero, and temperatures drop a bit, but the humidity makes everyone very uncomfortable.
after a while, you descend below the clouds and get your first look at the city. It is massive, sprawling, brightly lit, and swarming with sapients. numerous roads extend up the cliffs into residential areas build along the steep slopes, or along the broad canyon plain, or into the cliff face itself, or even arcing out into the sea. Some of the ones going out to sea appear to fall below the sea, and there is traffic on those as well as on the others. Your particular road is lightly traveled until you get a bit closer, where rads begin to merge and mingle. THe architecture of the place is eclectic, with tall spires, bright blue towers, coral like buildings, rough stone monoliths, wide open areas and densely packed. Some of the spires have traffic branching off them as well, both along lines that crisscross the city, and through the air itself.
"Papers, please." Greets a professionally friendly voice at the checkpoint.
Hang onto my hat. Hang onto the wagon. Just generally hang on.
Also try not to get sunburnt.
You get a little pink. luckily, your constitution absorbs the damage and the pink begins to settle in after a while. might get a tan if you are lucky. or the pink could turn red - it's at that threshold.
Attemlt to ignore the driver's blatant disrespect for his elders, while gently stroking Terry's back. Whistle cheerfully while doing so.
you poke your roach in the head a time or two, while sputtering an attempt at Old Man River, with a slightly sardonic smile. your feelings are only hurt a little.
peek out from under the burlap sacks.
resume napping until we arrive, if at all possible.
The plateau you just left feels ... right. going down into the underlands feels less right. You fall asleep again almost aimmediately, and are awoken by the sound ofthe customs guard asking for papers.
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