Nomad is still figuring out how she feels about mountains. Her homeworld didn't have any, on account of it being a largely geologically inert. She'd grown up among continent-sized fields of tall razorgrass, following the clan's herds across flat plains and gentle rolling hills. This place, though. This place has fucking biomes. Forests and mountains and deserts and taigas and all manner of other things that she'd only seen in movies. Kingfisher had laughed, just a little, when they'd reached the foothills and she'd assumed they were the mountains. Then she saw the real mountains, and started to understand why ancient Earthlings used to believe they were the homes of the gods.
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