(midweek)<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>Tai's and Tyrogue's investigations into the standing stones confirmed that they were indeed rocks. Tiny insects scurried about on the moss growing up their sides.<br/><br/>The expedition, carrying on, were all talking, enjoying the forest air.<span style="color: darkgreen">Ah... so do I. But Its all inevitable, I suppose. The mayor out in Corestor City has all these islands marked as a special wild reserve... but eventually someone new will come, and maybe they won't feel the same. Its all just how things are. On the mainland, when my grandmother was your age, much of it all looked like this. Cities were towns, towns were villages. </span>She adjusted the basket under her arm, thinking wistfully to herself.<span style="color: darkgreen">Its enough to just stop and breathe now and then... to appreciate what there is. How much more can we really do?</span><br/><br/>A thick bush nearby shook as something disturbed it.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>