Audion touched her shoulder. "Welcome home, Again." A land of towering mountains-the Stage horns-spread before them, with valleys and rivers and hills; a land of untamed, wild beauty. Terrasen. And the smell-of pine and snow. How had she never realized that Rowan's scent was of Terra sen, of home? Rowan came close enough to graze her shoulder and murmured, "I feel as if I've been looking for this place my entire life.

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