Submission (#1579) Approved

He was distracted by jumping from crack to crack as if it were a game of stepping on only the right bricks or you were disqualified. To some extent, this was frightening true in places where magma still shone at the bottom of the oldest land openings. Luckily, it was not the case of the mine that he was investigating in the short periods of time, of only some minutes some days just to avoid any risk, in which the winter miasma briefly remitted.

He had learned to appreciate that the mine he was traversing must have been little frequented and recent. The precious minerals ores you could see were still hiding between the veins of the walls as if they did not want to be lit by the lantern that he held with his muzzle and the road was quite irregular. But that gave it a particular charm.

Would other places in the world like that? He had learned to appreciate the beauty of Zevija's caverns and still wanted to continue exploring them for himself, but if he could ask for a gift it would be to meet a veteran adventurer. He would ask about the rest of the world. About how everything looks. Maybe he would even ask for a gift that reminded him or her of those places! He had heard lightly about trees that had nothing to do with Zevija's elder tree. Were they called cherry trees? A few leaves of those trees to place next to his minerals at home would be perfect since he had not yet been bitten by the 'exploring the world' bug.