A Satisfying Home

Sand. White bones. That’s all you’ll find in Brimstone, they said, as if to say Windsward was some kind of magical faerie forest. Windsward. A bunch of farms growing rocks and Lost instead of turnips! I had enough of that, and plenty more. Sure, here they’ve got rocks and sand. And sure there’s cockroaches big as a bull. But come the evening time? I don’t get near as many bug bites as I used to, whilst looking for a dumb cow that’s wandered into some den of blue-skinned man-eaters. And when it’s all cool on your skin and the air is all crisp like, up on the rooftop, it’s- it’s damn satisfying is what it is.