Field note of the day

The air shimmers over the steppe, and the wind carries dust in fine banners.

Today I come across a Ashgard — tiny · ringed · fins · blossom.

Ritterling

And with a little luck you find an egg where you harvest. Brooded at your tent, a companion hatches from it — it grows as you feed it, and carries a piece of this landscape inside it forever.

If you want to meet one yourself: Steppe, Highlands, Volcano. It cannot be caught — only won over.

— from the Wanderer’s notes

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