The Harvest Herd makes their home in a small valley folded into one of the deep creases in a vast mountain range. The oddly symmetrical bowl is lush and shaded by a dappling canopy of green, it is humidly warm and strangely hushed and peaceful. Groves of fruiting trees are dotted here and there throughout the landscape, the dark red and purple fruits lending color to the green ceiling and permeating the air with their rich scent. The beaten dirt path down into the valley is hard to find but once located it lead straight through the trees without branching, a cool mountain stream rushing parallel to it until it reaches the exact center of the valley where a pond lies nestled in a heavily flowered clearing bordered by orchards and a tumble of rocky ruins. Stretching towards the sky directly next to the pond is a giant mother tree. It is so enormous that the many flying members of the herd can perch in its branches with ease if they so choose. Red, yellow, blue, green, and purple wind chimes hang from the branches in abundance, signifying fire, earth, water, wind, and heart respectively.
The entire place practically hums with life and serenity...
