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| − | In the light of early morning, Dawning Daughter approached the pale, marble-sheathed walls of Great Forks. Her father would have been proud with how well she absorbed the details of flat cropslands, the terraced hillsides and noted the micro-climates of the various small, vine-laden valleys. While she had never displayed a strong interest in her father’s trade, a lifetime of proximity had instilled the basics of its aesthetic within her. What she saw now in the many vineyards around the city delighted her. The well-plotted layouts spoke to her father’s sense of craftsmanship, and the scope impressed Dawning Daughter’s innate appreciation of ambition. Here was a city-state that obviously prized its wines, in both quantity and quality.
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| − | There were also dense paddies of rice, terraces of tea bushes and fields of tarp-covered ginseng. Small shrines to the local deities of crops and turned earth were everywhere, guaranteeing harvests of generous yield. The seemingly endless hillside orchards above were orderly riots of blossoms and blooms as Creation’s long summer entered into its second growing season.
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| − | Other agricultural undertakings pleased Dawning Daughter less. Slaves by the hundred tended long rows of tobacco, met, quat and marijuana. Dawning was still too much the offspring of a small, conservative, free farming community to trust anything that would dull her senses or lessen her martial abilities.
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| − | The granite-walled tributary towns that she had passed through during the last few hours were nothing like the pathetic freeholder village where she had driven out the mercenaries. Each settlement had two stout gates, slate-roofed houses, and though the mortal militia and watchmen were spread thin, at least one elemental, ifrit or minor spirit of combat was present in every town square. The city ahead, with its strong defensive structures and size, impressed her. In a world of lost glories and plague-shattered civilizations, nearly three quarter of a million beings dwelt within the metropolis. Dawning had heard Great Forks described as a place softness and decadence, but now, seeing the City of Temples in person for the first time, she decided that its legendary pleasures must be much like gems locked safely away behind a jeweler’s high walls and paid guards.
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| − | Above Dawning, the falcon god circled, leading her onward towards her fellow Chosen.
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| − | '''Next:''' [[/Zenith-3]] '''Back to:''' [[/Eclipse-2]]
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| − | ''This is a work of fan fiction set in White Wolf’s Exalted fantasy setting and is no way meant to challenge White Wolf’s copy rights or trademarks. The characters Joyous Gift, Mirror Flag, Ribbons of Sorrow, Shield of a Different Day, Spinner of Glorious Tales and Weaver of Dreams of Victory, as well as the city Great Forks are trademarked White Wolf Property.''
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