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− | | | + | !{{IL|Airs of Parabola|Appearance=Airs}} |
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− | | | + | |You are walking through lush grass. Here and there is a little mound of cooked barley. |
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− | | | + | |The ground continues flat and dry in every direction. A great deal of water must have passed through here at some point, but the mud has baked solid again. |
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− | } | + | |You're ascending a steep hill. Your legs protest as you walk, but whenever you consider changing direction, the land rises just as steeply in that direction. |
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+ | |The bushes here are only as tall as the tops of your feet. | ||
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+ | |There are plants, and vines, and midges everywhere. You can't see where you're going at all. | ||
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+ | |The ground takes an imprint as easily as snow. | ||
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+ | |You are trudging forward, shivering, trying to get to a warmer bit of Parabola. | ||
+ | |} | ||
+ | <noinclude>[[Category:Tables]]</noinclude> |