Seeking the Magician of Thorns

The morning air was crisp, a welcome break from the undulating heat of the past few days. As they proceeded down the mountain, the sun rose slow and golden in the sky behind the taller mountainous crags of their summit home.

Ezra, Oberyn, and Deek descended the mountain trail in a line, with the small Ferin leading the pack. The lower they got, the grassier their path became - it wasn't long before the long grass brushed against their calves and sparse trees cast shadows over their trail as they roamed into a world of chirping birds and lush flora. 

Deek bounced over rocks and exposed roots like a fox with somewhere to be. Her boomerang clacked lightly against her belt as she frolicked, moving at double time.

"Don't go too fast!" Oberyn warned, watching the Ferin girl carefully. "You did fall into that bush five minutes ago."