The sound of chatter rose over the wind, portraying some life in this barren waste.
In the end, Kua and the other nobles had agreed for a day of rest before they began to move again.
Nero pulled out his flask of water and slowly drank the cool liquid water within.
The bone fields were rather damning, in a sense.
He had been thinking of them as a strange obstacle. A single elevated feature, something you climbed and came down the other side of. They were not just that. They were their own landscape, ridge after ridge stretching in every direction as far as the eye could follow. Some ran parallel, close enough to leap across. Others stood alone, tall isolated pillars of compressed bone that tapered to sharp points high above the field, like the fingers of a buried giant reaching for a sky it would never touch. Between them the ground was flat and pale, covered in the same fine bonedust that covered everything else in this place.
