#dreaming

"They're very lovely, I even have a painting of them, though getting them to hold still long enough can be a pain"

"Aye..."

And they move on...

There are no major threats for a time.

Moving along.

A frog and a bear in a Studebaker are singing that as they drive by

Well, that's odd.. at this rate they'll find that fork in the road

Earl changes growing taller... and Zara becomes more one with her shadow

Webbed fingers, damp hair... the river calls...

And yet, there is no river.. .not yet, what there is? is a light drizzle of rain....each drop making sad sounds as if a great meloncholy was falling over the increasingly alien wood

Rain, too, is welcome!

The leaves are turning red, not red and ready to fall, but just...red and alive and lush...

A sniff - not autumn leaves, so.. something else?

it smells ...wait, autumn colors... soft spring rains...summer life... and the ground is growing frost... this path is showing all the marks of all the seasons

"Oh..."

"Lady?" The troll asks

She gestures around.

"Ah," he begins to realize... "Amazing.. and yet... in it's attempt to unify, much is at risk of being lost... frost on the ground, does that mean no snow in the air ? Red leaves, and the emerald is gone? Spring rain, but no autumn wind? It is in danger of becoming less in it's attempt to be all"

She nods. And presses forward!

And then they come to the coiled canyon, they had been rising, and now, before them, they see the decent! The grand canyon is half sized this, and not nearly so colorful

The term coiled suits it well. For it winds upon itself like rope, or perhaps even a cat's string left against itself. Despite the clear view, it's going to be a bit of a puzzle to get to the end of it for it has so much cover.