A Journey of Three

We returned to the road leading south and began walking as a party of three.

As we continued through the morning, the scenery around us gradually began to change.

The tall trees grew fewer, and the sky, once hidden by their branches, opened up wide above us.

Gentle hills stretched along both sides of the road, their slopes divided into orderly plots of farmland.

They weren't growing wheat.

Low grasses and plants bearing purple flowers had been planted in neat rows.

"Could those be herb fields?"

Luna said.

"Can you tell?"

"They grow a few kinds in my village, too. Those over there are used to make medicine for wounds."...