[ti]solo[/ti]Desperate Lungfulls of Sweet Air

Blackthorne stepped out of the tent, directly into the Surge Steppes. Thunder roiled across still-calm skies, and the breeze made Blackthorne pause, and look around. It was beautiful here, with wildflower and native grasses. Even the burrowing warrens were natural and pleasing, no two looking the same, or even the same model.

There was a well-marked sign, leading towards the tutorial area, but he opted to ignore it, instead heading off into the steppe. It was threatening, but not yet raining, skies thick and heavy. But the grass was soft underfoot- right, he needed to do a group quest for. Shoes.- and the air smelled of wildflower.

Blackthorne moved, to where the flowers seemed to thrive, in a myrid of colors. Soft blue, dusky purple, bright violet, true pink. He paused, thinking, and felt the grass to see how dry it was, and pleased enough simply knelt in the grass. He reached, delicately picking one of the blooms, twirling the stem gently in his fingers. It felt so real... almost magical.