Jalril is waiting beside a glorified hole in the ground in a swamp.
Jen: Jalril! You’re still here!
Jalril: I am. You are unhurt, all of you?
Flairé: Never better. Let’s get away from here, though.
They ride off into relatively blue skies, if not sunshine.
What, you expect SUNSHINE in the Pacific Northwest? Fat chance! lol, actually it was pretty sunny out yesterday. I should know. I went shopping all over town.
I hope I never have to draw swamps again. Or forest roads. I’m soooo bad at them and they just annoy me. The hillside was supposed to be lush and green but I fell into the same kind of mistake that I make with my mini bases and made it mostly dirt instead. Blah. But isn’t Deerfleet cute? I adore Deerfleet. He’s just a kid.