Tia Delma

The huge expanse of the mountain ranges catches the eyes of many, but seems to hold little but high, rocky cliffs and wild trees with the occasional splash of water and grass. Home here would be harsh and cool, if not for when aeons ago the cave man ruled. High up amongst the misty walls of the seemingly barren hills, the primitive cave men built there homes, denting hollows into the landscape to house themselves. After their race left these lands, the caves were abandoned, lost amongst the trees. However, rain continued to find itself into the mountain, making the hollow larger, deeper, and wider. The end production is one of beauty- a whole in the hill, with light pouring in through two large openings on each side of the mountain. One the east outlook, a meadow slopes downwards, pastures green all year round from the pond of water in the middle. The dwelling itself is light, but sheltered- a large willow tree on the east a doorway to the private paddock that is concealed by the mountain. Moss grows all year round in the in clove, emerald with little flowers that bloom in spring and summer, making it the perfect place to sleep in comfort of no intruders. However, the only problem is getting to this haven- the steps are rocky, often treacherous, unless you know exactly how to come to this little slice of heaven.

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