The floor of the valley was a little more than fifty yards across with a lively stream that was trimmed with a pair of trails, one on each side. The foliage includes tall trees their branches more than a man's height above the armor helm, low leafy plants that weren't quite bushes obscured the ground to the hip, and sporadic low hanging vines. Some of the trees reach out to brush right against the canyon walls, though their rhyme or reason is dictated by nature and the nearby manse.<br/><br/>As the last rays of the sun vanish from the sky above the valley, they reach the valley floor. The base of the valley has a clear cut trail beside a babbling stream, probably 3 yards across, hip deep to the power armor, and swift. The sound of racing feet bounding down the trail on the far side of the river, soon proves to be a child, running along. As the boy passes about every twenty yards the stream is obscured by a billowing mist, though there is no twist or turn churning the waters, the boy hardly pauses as he seems to be chased along in front of the periodic mist eruption. The seems to have no care in the world and is oblivious to your presence.