It has rained most all day. I have taken shelter in this rough hewn cave, because I detest being caught in the rain here. It is nothing like sweet Kitiri rain. This world is strange. I fly over large villages like anthills, filled with wingless peoples of different sorts. There are Kitiri legends of such places, but this is the first I have seen of them. They say our ancestors were as such, living in huge villages and unable to take care of themselves when the Great Plague struck. Only the valley people, my ancestors, survived. It saddens me greatly, it is like I have entered the legends I have so scarcely believed until now.
SilentRose18 Community Member 
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