Stepping out from the undulating expanse of the Violet Forest, the view suddenly opened up.
What came into Charlotte's view was a broad plain, stretching out flat as a board. Standing on a hill, she could see crisscrossing river systems, star-dotted lakes and ponds, and among them reed clusters, thicket woods, along with large patches of segmented fields.
A meandering stone path led into the distance, cleverly connecting fields one after the other. At its intersections, one could glimpse the smoke-wisped villages.
Windmills, large and small, stood within villages and in the fields, slowly turning. Upon closer inspection, one could witness peasants busy in the fields and smiths coming and going with donkey carts full of goods into the windmill mills.
