45th of Autumn, 511 AV
The space was vast, stretching out in every way. Where Landon sat was a expanse of grass running to the horizon until on one side it reached a string of mountains. The air was crisp and clean while the sky above was clear and starry. There was more to the womanizing Landon Mora than people saw. Perhaps the man did it to hide the more sensitive side of him. Maybe it was because he had been hurt before. None of it mattered at the moment though. In dreams the emotions and insecurities could wait.
The valley around him was alive, although nothing in it's tall grasses was coming out to pester him, at least not yet. The air smelled lightly of mint, a strange choice for a man who seemed to care little about details such as this. It was the kind of lightness that could almost be looked over. Accompanying the smell was a cool feeling in the air. Not cold enough for a jacket, just light coolness. Sort of like early spring evenings. Here there was no season. The grass felt like spring, the air was cool like autumn, the sky was clear the summer, and the mountains were frozen like winter. This place was not anything. It just was...
Landon laid alone in the valley, staring up at the sky. He was from the city of stars. The land where the woman who created them called her home. He lived among the children who had fallen from their gasp. He was not a star. Just some imperfect satellite who was allowed to walk among them.
The man was dressed lightly in a shirt and pants. He did not even wear shoes or socks. The wind rustled through the long grass, the light chill evidently from the snowy mountains. Landon felt at peace. There were no ghosts, no Ethaefal, no beautiful women to chase. Just the stars, a gift from Lady Zintila and that was perfect.
