Field note of the day

Morning still lies low over the meadowland, and the grass carries dew.

Today I come across a Feranil — average · cloud pattern · ears · wreath.

Einhorn

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: Meadowland, Mountains, Crystal Field. It cannot be caught — only won over.

— from the Wanderer’s notes

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