The Slight Hint of The Problem

The sunlight stretched across the landscape like a painter's brush, bathing everything in gold and warmth. Mikhailis sat atop their horse, his posture a little slouched from the lingering aches in his body, but his sharp eyes scanned the horizon with an almost childlike curiosity. The world outside the mist-filled cavern was utterly transformed. Gone was the suffocating fog that had hung heavy and damp; in its place was a scene of unparalleled clarity. Lush greenery spread out like a living quilt, distant hills rolled gently against the backdrop of a clear blue sky, and sparkling streams wove through the land like glistening veins of silver.

"Well," he muttered, running a hand through his messy hair.

"I guess getting tossed around by a mini-dragon has its perks."