She asked questions like a barrage, barely giving him time to think.
"Rivers of honey?" Sol shrugged, his crimson eyes reflecting the emerald light of the forest. "I didn't see any of those. But there were cities made of glass that reached the clouds, and carriages that moved without beasts, and people could talk to each other from across the world using little black stones."
Lumi's jaw dropped. She stopped walking, causing a group of passing warriors to grumble as they navigated around her. "Glass cities? Carriages without beasts? Wow... that sounds even better than honey rivers! Was it really cool there?"
Sol thought of the pollution, the noise, the endless stress of his old life, and then he looked at the breathtaking, living paradise of the Great Heartwood. "In some ways, it was. In others... I think I prefer the singing moss."
"You're weird," Lumi decided with a decisive nod. "But a good weird. Like a Spirit-Hare. By the way, and is it true you can walk on the wind?"
