Turning my eyes back to the lands around us, Zelac at least has the wherewithal to stay mostly quiet beside me as his head darts all around, greedily drinking in the sights. I hadn’t noticed this at the sky ship’s prior height before, but the path I saw stretching from that settlement in the plains, the one with the trees, was no path at all. Rather, it was two straight lines of metal, joined at equal distances by wooden boards beneath. The actual hoof paths were simply trodden dirt, and wound and snaked exactly like I expected them to. That begged the question of what purpose those metal lines served, if they were not some kind of path.