*Orshallan looks in serious thought for a moment more, his mind far away from Loviana's kisses, but he quickly comes back to himself and loses himself in their combined love.*
*It is morning when the two are ready to leave again, and there is a distinct nip in the air this morning, a presage of fall. Forests give way to more plains as the two angle southwest in the next week, keeping a close watch out for agents of Loviatar or Talona. However, agents of neither appear on your tail or in your face, and Orshallan's resolve in the matter is not put to the test, much to Loviana's relief. But what does not come as a relief is an inability to keep down breakfast. By the time lunch rolls around, Loviana is usually ravenous, but in the mornings even the thought of food is enough to make her even sicker than she is. Orshallan has been put off for about a week, but he's getting concerned...*
*You can see these fields coming up are still fairly lush and green, a sure sign that you're drawing closer to the Sea of Song. Scarecrows stand in the fields to ward off both crows and evil spirits, and as you pass one field, you see a curious sight. A man dressed in druidic robes of an ancient cut and style is presiding over what appears to be a funeral for a scarecrow in a patch of dirt right next to a field. A farmer and some of his hired hands bow their heads as the lower the scarecrow's body into the earth.*
