Re: Sanzi
Petunian and Firefern look at each other.
"There are such things as Frost Fairies," Firefern says.
"But we are not them," Petunia finishes.
Firefern goes on. "Fairies in general are strongly attached to their environment. For us, woods and fields and meadows. The edges of places. But these are changeable places, and we live through summer and winter, even in places where the winter brings snow. If it is no worse than that, we will not have a problem."
"If it is worse than that perhaps someone will share a coat," Petunia adds.
"Fortunate," Baron Arbov says. "I do not think the artisans here produce things small enough for you."
"Oh, there are a few in Montabon City that do!" Petunia says. "And one even in Stonebell! They know us in Stonebell. In Montabon City... Arcto sends letters explaining what we need, and says it is for dolls. They must think there are fanatical doll collectors living around the Breaks. But we also make things ourselves, which is important, because even for dolls.... most Humans and Dwarves simply cannot knit socks that can fit us."
Sleeping bags, on the other hand, are easy to acquire for them. A knit sweater is sufficient.
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When packed and ready the group heads out. The boat has to be rowed or poled upriver, but fortunately, the river is not too swift. Poling is actually easier, in most places, because it is shallow. Ocean going ships would never work here.
It takes two hours to leave civilization, that is, to pass the outermost of the farms surrounding Sanzi. Most of the farms here aren't "chaos farms"; the force that comes from the east coast and blows inland seems to lose much of its potency by the time it reaches this river.
"The Chaos winds are weak here?" Tarhoon asks, observing the changed landscape southwest of the city.
"It seems so," Baron Arbov says. "Perhaps the force of chaos is sapped by our stalwart discipline and stubbornness. But we will find it again in our journey. When we are well away from Sanzi."
"Such an odd thing, like the storm embodies some mental energy, to be driven simply by your personalities. It is hard to believe." Tarhoon says.
"And yet it is proven. It is the reason the people of the region invest in llamas."
And you do see some, wandering in fields near the town.
Past the farm the river winds around forested hills, and then into a broad and very peaceful looking valley, though mostly what you see are the trees along the river. That, and the bird life here, which is plentiful. Kingfishers and egrets patrol for fish.
"I take it there are some dangers here," Tarhoon says, "or you would not have wanted help so much?"
"Oh this is true," Arbov says. "Only, I cannot forewarn you as to what it might be. The creatures of this valley are known to us, and are mostly of the ordinary types. Bears. Big cats. But though the Chaos Storms are weak here, they are strong nearby, and things brought in by the portals those storms open are a constant danger. And those, you know, well, I have no way of predicting!"