233 Discovering

Quetz hovered in the sky for some time. When he found a clearing, he landed over there softly and tucked his wings back. Dawn got down. She gazed around. 'Where are we?' she asked. 

'We are still in Ensmoire,' he replied. 'I have my boundaries set up.'

A row of silvery oak trees that were larger than any tree she had ever seen, that made tallest trees look like saplings, surrounded the small clearing. The ground was covered with grass and amongst them were daisies and dandelions—so soft under touch… Most other foliage was just various shades of silver. 'I want to see nature in its natural color…' 

'You can't,' he informed. Even his vision was silver. What could he do? 'You have to let go of the magic if you want the vision restored.'