Renado was looking at a field that stretched toward the horizon. It was dotted with lone trees and the rare copse, but in a way, it was similar to another view in a similar context. The first time he had reappeared, he’d gazed down into the ceaseless waters of the Grey Sea. Today, he gazed out across a sea of tall grass.
“We’re here,” Asar muttered, and Ren looked at him. His old sailing mate looked around them and added, “Wherever here is.” Continue reading Renado 21