Logs:Know What You Want - Revision history

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 |where=Mountain Meadow, High Reaches Weyr
 |when=Day 2, Month 12, Turn 35 of the 10th Interval.
 |gamedate=2014.09.26
 |quote="If you're happy flying sweeps for the rest of your and Zmeyth's life, that's fine -- if that's what you both want. But I don't think it is."

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 Mountain Meadow
-	A long, broad valley sandwiched between taller mountain peaks, its lush grasses stand at waist height in the summertime and sway gently in the constant breeze, dying back only in early winter. In spring, the meadow comes alive, turning the ocean of green into a sea of reds, blues, yellows and oranges as tiny flowers burst into bloom. At dawn and dusk, small herds of wild herbivores might be seen at the end of the valley as shadowy shapes who keep well away from visitors. Winding along the edge of the mountain base as it follows a downward slope, a small stream provides clear, fresh water from the snow-capped peaks.
 Winter has well and truly set in at the Reaches, with the snowfall making it feel particularly closed in. Perhaps that's why, sometime in the afternoon after the day's weyrling lessons are done, Zmeyth senses the touch of winter winds that are not physical, but the older bronze's -- instantly familiar. << We hunt, >> Leiventh shares, sending an image of the white-coated meadow and the herbivores that that cluster at the far end of the valley for warmth. It's not all that far from the Weyr, up and over the seven spires and a short (if cold) flight down. R'hin's dressed for the cold in his riding leathers, standing not far from Leiventh, a bronze statue that stands out against the white snow.